Sunday at General Convention

What would you do?

Sunday morning, in a tiny park, a large crowd, heavy with bishops, gathered to pray for an end to gun violence. But we were challenged to do more than to stand still and pray.

First, we heard from Philip Schentrup, the father of Carmen, who died at the age of sixteen, at the whim of a gunman and his bullets, on Ash Wednesday, on Valentine’s Day.

As this father described his dangerous grief – “I was barely able to carry on” – his very presence among us screamed of resurrection. But of the kind which carries its marks, the hole left by the spear in the side, a heart never healed.

Well-meaning people spoke to him of God’s plan, he said. But,

“Carmen’s murder, and acts of much greater violence and cruelty are not part of God’s plan. God did not intend to inflict deep and lasting damage on my family. God is saddened by Carmen’s murder, and all the violence people are allowed to inflict upon one another. God weeps for all His children. …

Evil and violence happen in this world because we allow it, not because God allows it. God weeps for all the victims of violence. Every time we as Christians say, “That would be ideal, but that’s not realistic or practical,” we miss the opportunity God has given us to make the world He wants.

As daunting as this challenge seems, I have hope. I have hope in Jesus. I have hope in the hearts and humanity of people. … And so today I implore you. I ask everyone here to step up. To choose to make the world a better place, and then act.”

Carmen’s mother spoke next. Carmen’s siblings fanned her in the Texas heat and fidgeted close to one another and their mother. The love of this family, the care they showed one another was hard to witness. It brought home how much they had lost.

April Schentrup left us with the hope and the challenge that instead of struggling with a grief like theirs, we would fight to end gun violence.

“With God’s help, and with those here today, all things are possible.”

What would you do?

A freshly-minted freshman about to embark on her high school career, Abigail Zimmerman described how, at the age of eight, she was shocked along with the nation by the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary. How, when she heard about Carmen and her friends, she was shocked at how little we had done to change the situation since 2012. How she was determined that her younger siblings, her friends, that no one should be afraid to go to school. She organized a walk-out, seventeen minutes of civil silent protest at the deaths of those Parkland students and community members. She and her friend spoke at a March For Our Lives. She is organizing. She is activating. “Be the change!” she urged, and the crowd responded, “We are the change,” caught up irresistibly by her spirit.

Did I mention, she hasn’t started high school yet?

What would you do?

What several hundred of us did next, organized in the waning weeks before Convention by the Revd Megan Castellan and the Revd Winnie Varghese, was to board a fleet of buses,  bound for Taylor, where county authorities have already voted to try to end ICE’s use of a local for-profit detention center to incarcerate immigrants – more than five hundred women on any given day – many of whom are seeking asylum, some of whom, according to a local advocacy group, were separated from their children at the border and have not seen them since.

We gathered in song in a baseball park adjacent to the prison. Our hosts advised us that the women inside could hear us rallying and praying on their behalf. Some few hundred people wanted to be sure, to be sure that the women knew that they were not alone – “No estas solos.” They walked back out to the baking midday street to stand outside the front gates, to wave, pray, chant.

What would you do?

Sharon Rodgers, a Deputy from Oregon, told me they saw women waving back, moving pieces of paper in the windows, letting them know they heard us, they saw us, they knew we were here for them.

Then, the group was invited to return to the field where our permit applied, instead of the street, where it did not. Presiding Bishop Curry was speaking by then, pouring out the love that God has for all people, along with the better angels of America that inscribed the Statue of Liberty with its words of welcome, and the mission of us all to be God’s love for the people God has made. All of the people.

He and President of the House of Deputies, the Revd Gay Jennings led prayers of the people in English and Spanish, praying to do better. “We will with God’s help,” we promised helplessly. We were blessed, we were invited to turn and bless the women we had come to encourage with our prayers and presence. We turned back once more, boarded the buses, back to business.

What would you do? What will we do, with God’s help?


This post has been updated to add the names of the lead organizers of Sunday’s event in Taylor, Texas

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