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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!

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.

Lent in the Holy Land

Lent in the Holy Land

The year 2012 found me in the Holy Land during Lent.  As a vestment maker, I went imagining that a stole would emerge.  I was right!  The images I encountered spoke to me in very powerful ways and I began to imagine what they would look like as I worked on the design in my mind’s eye.  Barely four days into the trip, the design had grown to the point that I began to wonder how it would all fit.  That got me to thinking that it needed to be so much more and I worked up the courage to approach my Bishop with a possibility.  As we were walking in the wilderness, I approached him and began to tell him all about what I was seeing and drew pictures of the design in the air. I told him it had outgrown a mere stole and needed to be a complete set; but there was a problem… it would have no liturgical color so could not be worn by just anyone, it needed to be his.  He listened politely, laughed at me and walked away and I thought to myself, “great, that didn’t go over so well…”

A few days later, he approached me and asked what it looked like now.  And so it began; every so many days, we would talk and I would continue to draw in the air and the images coalesced into what would be a complete set for him.

Having gotten that all figured out, I knew I wanted to use some fabrics from the Holy Land in the design.  We were on a very tight experiential trip with little time for shopping but our guide knew I was after fabric.  On our final day in Jerusalem, we had about two hours to wander.  Graciously, he pointed out some shops for me so, when the day’s tour was over, off I went to gather the fabric.  It was to be a most harrowing experience!  Let’s just say Old City Jerusalem would not pass most electrical or fire code inspections.  The shop I went to had all their silk fabrics upstairs.  The stairs were very steep, had no railing and were lined with tubes of fabrics precariously stacked against the wall making for a very narrow passage.  Once upstairs, there were bolts of fabric stacked to the top of the 12 foot ceiling everywhere.  The shop keeper spoke Arabic, I spoke English, a friend had brought along an intern he was working with who spoke some Hebrew.  The shop keeper spoke enough Hebrew to communicate with the intern who translated for me… but he kept showing me polyester and I kept saying no polyester.  He finally understood what I meant and brought out some beautiful silk/cotton blends.  To prove they were not polyester, he took out his lighter (Polyester will catch on fire whereas silk will just singe the edges) and proceeded to show me.  I grabbed the lighter saying yes, I know and praying no sparks would fly as I imagined the headlines back home saying “Members of the Diocesan trip to the Holy Land found dead in Old City fire.”  Thankfully, that was not to be, I got some absolutely beautiful silk moiré fabrics that found their way into the set and all was well!