Convocation

I spent yesterday and today at the annual Convocation of the Episcopal Church's Province I, which is comprised of the dioceses of Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, Massachusetts, Western Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut. These gatherings are theme based, and this year's theme was "Our Story, God's Story." Unlike many big church meetings, this one was designed to be completely intergenerational, with activities appropriate for all ages, and with children completely incorporated into the liturgy. Our time together was filled with greeting of friends (including at least one blogger on my blogroll), provocative talks about how to make the church a place that truly welcomes children and youth, browsing displays and the bookstore and sharing joy-filled worship, complete with gifted story-tellers, toddling babies, drumming and song.

It was really wonderful to spend time with a group of Episcopalians who are positive about the church, who are focused on the mission of the church rather than all the controversies the church is embroiled in. The Episcopal Church in New England is small compared to others--especially the UCC and Roman Catholics. But it is remarkably energetic and progressive. The seven New England dioceses have elected five women bishops since 1988 (including +Barbara Harris, Bishop Suffragan of MA and the first woman bishop in the Anglican Communion ever, and +Mary Adelia McLeod of Vermont, the first woman diocesan bishop).

I enjoyed hearing some of the bishops talk about how they see teaching as part of their vocation--and was I ever impressed with Bp. Knudsen of Maine; I've heard good things about her before, but never met her until this weekend--and hearing teens talk about how we can help them feel more a part of the church. But perhaps the most fun session I went to was one about how to put on a U2 eucharist (U2charist). Given the age of my congregation, I'm not sure we'll ever be able to do, but I hope I can attend one sometime.

And the Episcopal Church really is a small world. It is impossible to go to an event like this without making all sorts of six degrees (or less) of separation connections between people you know--always fun.

Now I'm going to peruse the books I bought there...