The luxury of being in English-speaking countries is that there are so many choices for worship. It’s so hard to decide where we should go on Sunday morning. In Edinburgh, we could worship at St. Mary’s, (Scottish Episcopal) in the Dalkeith Country Park on the estate where Ken was teaching. Or, we could worship at the beautiful St. Giles (Church of Scotland – Presbyterian) an Edinburgh landmark on the Royal Mile (the street that runs from the Edinburgh Castle at the top to Holyrood Palace at the bottom).
When I asked our tour guide, where he’d recommend we’d worship, he mentioned that St. Giles had a new pastor . . . from America . . . and that another, Episcopalian church downtown had doubled in size recently . . . a church he described as having “happy-clappy worship.” That got our interest. He couldn’t remember the name of the church, but knew that it was Episcopalian. We set out to find it, curious to know how a congregation in the big city had transformed itself into a growing church (Scotland and England have been ahead of us on the curve of church decline for quite some time now).
We wandered from the Old Town to the New Town in search of the church without a name (how often we set off on searches for we know not exactly what . . . ). Instead, we found the most beautiful and welcoming congregation you could imagine. At first, we weren’t even sure it was a church, but the building was striking . . . shaped in an oval. Even as we were standing outside the door wondering if it was THE church we were looking for, a woman opened the door and welcomed us into have a look.
The sanctuary was absolutely gorgeous . . . and our hostess, Maria, opened the doors wide to welcome us. We realized quickly that it was not the church we were seeking as it was Church of Scotland (Presbyterian, in the tradition of John Knox, the reformer), but oh what a beautiful side trip!
The name of the church was St. Andrew’s and St. George’s West. Clearly they had been victim to the mainline decline that has been eating away at our congregations for the past several decades. In closing one campus (due to declining attendance and income), they were able to beautifully restore the sanctuary in which we found ourselves.
Maria talked about the many ways in which they’d been experimenting . . . with brief forms of worship on Sunday mornings (9 a.m. was a brief prayer service in which participants circled the altar, 9:45 was “messy” church – a 30 minute service focused on making children welcome–where anything goes, and 11 a.m. was the traditional one-hour service with choir).
Marie introduced us to her pastor, Ian Gilmour. Turns out, Ian had just been in the southern United States on sabbatical last year exploring the spiritual hymns that had grown out of the south during the times of slavery. When I said I pastored a congregation in the St. Paul area, he said, oh, the territory of Garrison Keillor (he had heard Keillor speak in Edinburgh!).
One of the beautiful things about travel is that it helps you realize just how small the world really is. Sadly for us, a concert that would share that music was next week when we would be long gone from Edinburgh. The blessing was a chance for us to chat about the state of the church today and promise prayers for one another and our congregations. Ian shared this prayer with us, written by one of the elders of St. Andrew’s and St. George’s West, Arthur Chapman, that had been published in a recent history of the church, The One Tree. I think in some ways, it’s a prayer for all of our churches:
O God, source of all being, we pray for your church in this place at this time. Grant that we may be blessed with renewed strength, faith, and love. May we discern your will and so enable your purpose to be shown in all we say and do. Help us to find new ways to bring your good news of abundant living and wasteful loving to the communities around us. Let your spirit of love and peace, hospitality and honesty, community and challenge dwell among us. Grant that this place may continue to be a place of love to the loveless, hope to the hopeless, and elebration and joy to the downhearted and depressed. May the light of your love, the peace of Jesus Christ and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit shine out to inform and illuminate our world. Amen.
I think both of us had tears in our eyes as we prayed it together. To be a stranger welcomed by the hospitality that the prayer spoke of was a rich blessing indeed. May all of our Christian communities be the places that we pray they will be with these words.
On Sunday morning, we ended up worshipping at St. Giles’ Cathedral. The pastor there was in his fourth month of ministry, having just recently been called to serve in Edinburgh. It made us smile when he quoted Luther Seminary professor Karoline Lewis in his sermon! Funny how entering into Christian community wherever you are always makes you feel like you’re at home!