September 16, 2005
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Thanks, Bill! You're gooder'n gold, as the comic strip character used to say.

This is the Francesca chapel, now the meeting place of St. Athanatius
(sp?) Anglican church. It's named in memory of Bill and Barbara's
late daughter. Dmitry loathes big churches, and the cozy size of
the chapel pleased him. ;^)Here's the laying-flat-on-the-floor-nose-smushed-into-the-carpet
picture. This is an extraordinarily uncomfortable position (I
kept thinking, "Hope they vacuumed real well this afternoon....wouldn't
it be dreadful if he had a sneezing fit!"), and to my horror, and the
horror of Barbara (see in the upper left corner) when we compared notes
afterward, the bishop merrily interrupted himself to provide a
"teaching moment".No! No teaching
moments! Just say whatever it is you're gonna say and let poor
Bill get up. Fortunately it was a short observation (something
about how this is the only time he wears the mitre when praying).The pastors gathered around Bill to pray for him. He's in there somewhere. Really.
This must be where he had his palms anointed.
Father Bill Mouser saying his first prayer in his new, official capacity.

Congratulations again, dear Bill; I think this rates The Banana Dance:






Comments (13)
Congratulations and sweet blessings of the Lord upon you!
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Thanks, Presby2. And you too, Anne.
The carpet was clean. Yes, it was a tad uncomfortable, though perhaps in ways you don't expect. The point on my body that became genuinely painful was a spot deep inside my right shoulder. If I knew more anatomy of that area, I guess I'd understand why.
All tolled, I'd guess that my sojourn into the carpet was far less uncomfortable that those who do this on marble or polished concrete floors, and in winter. And, that seems to be what I've most often seen in photographs.
Otherwise, this part of the ordination has, I think, special capacity to grab the imagination of men and is peculiarly appropriate for them for the same reason. So also with the section where various tangible emblems of office are bestowed (the stole, the chasuble, the annointing of hands, the placing of chalice and paten into the hands, the placing of Bible into the hands). The experience of the rite, plus the observations of many men who have observed it and found themselves queried by me, all confirm that liturgical worship is just about the most man-friendly thing you can imagine. Weird that almost no one outside these circles understands this.
Fr. B
Mercy Maud, I never even thought about the poor guys who are stuck laying face down on a cold marble or concrete! =8^o
They'd think you really wimped out, in comparison.
Well, maturity ought to be catered to at least a trifle, after all.
Congratulations! I'm so glad the Lord is bringing men like you into the ministry.
The carpet was the first thing my kids noticed - it was such a stark contrast to the stone floor in the movie Luther.
Was Wednesday an Ember Day? I don't have my calendar handy and can't remember if this was an ember week or not. Also, does anyone outside of the Anglican and Roman traiditions in the west have such a liturgical ordination, including the lying on the floor bit?
Congrats, Bill!
Thanks Badgermum and Valerie.
Wednesday was indeed an Ember Day, though it was not an Ember Week (according to my calendar). It was also the feast of Holy Cross (that's the collect for the day used in my ordination service), as well as the anniversary of my bishop's consecration to the episcopate. Now it is the anniversary of my ordination to the priesthood. I've found that in liturgical cultures more means more!
I'm not familiar with Lutheran culture/customs, so I'm not sure if any streams of Lutheran Christianity incorporate a prostration in their ordination rites. I'm going to guess "yes," but don't know for sure. This practice was in my ordination to the diaconate. And it was present twice in my ordination to the priesthood. It makes me wonder if Angican consecrations to the episcopate have the fellow down on the floor three times.
In looking for citations of prostration among Lutherans I stumbled upon the following which gives an excellent example of how liturgy in general is capable of taking something merely spiritual and rendering it in pungently concrete form:
At the life profession of a monk of St. Gregory's Abbey, the monk makes his vows at the offertory of the Mass, and leaves a signed, handwritten copy of those vows on God's altar. Then he lies prostrate on the floor of the choir, in the place where his coffin will someday rest during his funeral. He is covered with the funeral pall, the cloth that will on that day drape his coffin, and the other monks and the congregation chant the litany of the saints over him. At the end of the prayers, the deacon comes to the edge of the pall and says, "Awake, you who sleep, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light."
Fr. Bill
As a former Episcopalian, it is a rare balm to see a truly gody man leading those faithful Anglicans struggling in that tradition. I wish you were up here. There isn't a Reformed Episcopal church in our entire state of Indiana, I don't think. Congratulations, and let me know if you want to start a church here!
Craigelachie,
Maybe in your lifetime, the orthodox English Reformation will find a renaissance here in America. That's certainly the hopes, prayers, and plans for our parish!
I am not a cradle Episcopalian, coming to this strain of the faith in my late 40s. In so doing, I did not leave behind very much of my more fundamentalist, free-church, and Reformed convictions. Mostly, I was looking for something not present in that part of the vineyard, rather than running away from something.
What I noticed (and continue to notice) is how those with a settled and enthusiastic conviction of the Bible's veracity find in Prayer Book faith an almost intoxicatingly rich spirituality and a tradition of worship with uptee-zillion more megawatts of spiritual voltage than anything the contemporary-worship kiddies claim to offer. Oddly, this aspect of Prayer Book faith does not register (most of the time) on cradle Anglicans, while it DOES register with earth-shaking intensity on those who come into Prayer Book faith from the outside. After observing this phenomenon for about a decade now, I'm convinced that a renaissance of the English Reformation is not only possible, but increasingly likely with this proviso: it will be generated, led, and brought to maturity by those who come into Prayer Book faith from the outside, and not otherwise.
May it be so!
From your mouth to the LORD's ear, as they say, Bill.
Amen!
Fr. Bill!
In the red vestments, you look just exactly like St. Nicholas! My elated congratulations. I grew up Episcopalian, and our family just this past summer found an Anglican congregation (St. John's, in Park City, UT) to attend, and we're ecstatic about the growth we've seen in Anglican circles: Godly people coming together under the hand of the Lord with a good grasp of the traditions and the Word...gotta love it. It's wonderful to see another shepherd brought in for the Anglicans. COOOL!
Dear Sister Bunz,
For years I have gotten the comment, "Do you know you look just like Santa Claus?"
Any more I reflexively answer, "How do you know I'm not Santa Claus?" I do this with all the seriousness of a hanging judge. Folks usually get this suppressed-panic glazed look in their eye while they try to come up with some sort of riposte.
Recently I was in Braum's Ice Cream store, wearing my clericals (all in black, Roman collar), and the happy-go-lucky chap behind the register started the litany. But, unlike everyone else, he was quick on the uptake:
Him: Do you know you look like Santa Claus?
Me: How do you know I'm not Santa Claus?
Him: Oh, because you're all dressed in black!
Me: Right! It goes with this [as I point to my clerical collar].
Him: Ah ha! It's Saint Nick!!
Maybe there's hope for the future after all.
Fr. B
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