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The Consecration of Bishop Carlye J. Hughes

The Consecration of Bishop Carlye J. Hughes

Oh Happy Day!

Newark Episcopal
Diocese Welcomes
Bishop Carlye J. Hughes
In Spectacular Ceremony

The full page article in the magazine “The Positive Community” shows Bishop Hughes in Vestments created by Colleen Hintz, Fruit of the Vine Vestments. The vestments compliment the excitement and joy in the Consecration of Newark’s Bishop Carlye J. Hughes

This issue tells of the historic consecration of Bishop Carlye J. Hughes, Newark Episcopal Diocese’s first woman and African American Bishop!

Bishop Carlye J. Hughes Consecration

Photograph by Cynthia Black

Our neighbors are all persons of faith, persons of different faith traditions, and those who may not identify with any faith, but yet are beloved friends. The progress of our City in terms of higher quality of life in recent decades is sure evidence that God is seeking to bless Newark in innumerable ways.

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An article about Collen Hintz and her beautiful work

An article about Collen Hintz and her beautiful work

“… We are called to to honor Earth, our fragile island.”

The Episcopal Diocese of Texas interviewed Colleen at the Church’s General Convention this August, 2018.

Today, her work circles the Anglican Communion. Her cutwork stoles embody a response to the environmental degradation she sees around her and others hold very personal icons for the wearer.

Read the full article here: http://www.epicenter.org/

The video from the interview can be watched below, enjoy!

The Season of Reconciliation

The Season of Reconciliation

The Season of Reconciliation
Here I am in my church, the Church of the Redeemer in Morristown, New Jersey telling the story of the Secret Quilt Code of the Underground Railroad as we begin the Season of Reconciliation.
You may be asking what season is that?!? It began at Redeemer back in 2000 when the racial dialogue group came to the worship committee saying “racism is alive and well in the United States of America and what is Redeemer going to do about it?” The worship committee took the challenge seriously and began a journey that would lead us to an amazing liturgy using some of the models of the Peace and Reconciliation movement going on under the guidance of Bishop Desmond Tutu and Nelson Mandela in South Africa (for more go to www.redeemermorristown.org). We set aside the time between Martin Luther King Jr. Sunday and Absalom Jones Sunday to seriously answer the challenge set forth.

There are those who reject the quilt code claiming it is a falsehood concocted to sell the book. As an oral tradition, I doubt it is all 100% true but I also believe it to be 100% real. The very first time I told the story was at Redeemer. I couldn’t see the choir but after the service, one member stopped me exclaiming, “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!!” When I asked him what he knew, he told me the story of growing up in a three generation household in the projects. He told of a young white teacher who came to his school and taught the children Black history. He told of being so excited he went home to tell his grandmother… and she told him the story of the secret code she had learned at her mother’s knees. So much so, that as I said the code, Michael joined in.

The story is too long to share but here are my three favorite pieces. First is the safe house also known as the log cabin. Almost all log cabin quilts of the era would have had red in the center squares. But, this one has yellow for safe beacon. An escaping slave would know the house showing this quilt was a safe place to come for food, clothing and shelter. It is on the altar at Redeemer to say boldly “this is a safe house.”

Next is the “fifth knot of the tenth block” also known as tumbling blocks. It is written this quilt would go up on the plantation on the day of the night you were supposed to run. Five knots ritually tied invoked the power of the ancestors for protection on the journey. So, the fifth knot reminded them they did not go alone but would be joined in spirit by all those they had loved and lost.

And, finally, here are broken  dishes and flower wreaths.  In some African traditions, when someone dies, you weave a wreath of flowers to leave on the grave.  When you visit the grave, you leave a piece of broken pottery.  It is written flower wreaths or broken dishes would be left along the trail to honor those who did not survive the journey.  At Redeemer, we place this piece on the pulpit to honor all those who gave their lives that others might be free; Martin Luther King, Jr., Steven Bieko, Matthew Shepherd, Oscar Romero and so many more both known and unknown through the ages.

The fabrics selected for these pieces were collected from around the world and include Aboriginal, African, European, Indian and American textiles.  The images include Native American Spirit Guides, the Star of David, Christian symbols and so much more.  The five shades of humanity as defined by Native American tradition are also included; red, brown, black, yellow and white.  Importantly, the fabric that binds each of the pieces together is made up of a single piece that includes all five shades of humanity plus every color of the rainbow to say clearly we are all one and together, we create a wondrously beautiful mosaic.

This year, I find the liturgy even more meaningful as we maneuver through the ups and downs of the first days of our new presidency.  I hear Scripture calling me to clothe the naked and feed the hungry and care for the sick and the homeless; but that is not what I hear from my own government. The hope I hold on to in these days is of Jesus and his courageous example and determination to make his world a better place.  May we all work to do the same in this day and this nation.  One of the blocks not pictured here is Crossroads.  It was a message to the slaves that they were at a crossroads and needed to decide would they run for freedom or stay in captivity?  It seems to me we, too, are at a crossroads… what will you do?

Safe House
5th knot of the 10th block
Broken dishes and Flower wreaths
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An Easter Awareness

An Easter Awareness

One might say OUCH right about now.  I assure you I did!

I was working hard on an Easter banner to have it ready in time when my finger zigged as it should have zagged guiding the fabric through my machine and the needle pierced it through!!!   It hurt a LOT and there was blood everywhere but, gratefully, not a drop on the white Easter Banner, thanks be to God!

It was also at this time that I had heard of the death of a very dear friend.  He had struggled throughout his life but particularly so in his last many years.  I had been asked to speak at his funeral and I will share some of those words now…

I’ve been thinking a lot about him this past week – of our visits and long phone conversations and of his life.  I’ve also been working on an Easter Alleluia banner, and as I pierced my finger with my sewing machine needle and gave thanks I hadn’t bled all over it got me to thinking that even in the blood and pain of life, there’s a reason to say alleluia.  And that’s exactly what my friend taught me.  His life was not always an easy one.   He lost one of his beloved sons and still managed to find the light in that darkness knowing he was at peace.  Even in the midst of his heart attack and surgery, he said alleluia that he was still alive.  Even in the horror of his stroke and the tremendous difficulty returning, he managed to sing alleluia with each small triumph.    As his life twisted and turned and new challenges arose, he managed to find the alleluias as he connected with those he loved in new ways – by always responding to Facebook posts with joy, by calling and writing and visiting whenever he could.  He so enjoyed his visits with friends and family by air and rail.  The trips exhausted and exhilarated him as he reconnected with those he loved and shared the alleluia moments.  He found alleluias in his cat and his beloved rescue dog.  Some of his best alleluias were his beloved sons and their wives and his grandchildren.

And so it is that as I look at this joyous Easter Banner, I know that it came at a cost.  Jesus gave his life that we might live.  It’s at the same time so simple and so profound.  May we all find our Alleluias.