By Benjamin Bynum

February 29, 2020

I grew up in a small town in the Bible Belt where there weren’t a lot of Episcopalians in the school system.  I had good reason to form more than a few negative reactions to what others called “Evangelism.” I didn’t like being evangelized to when I was already going to church and Sunday School every week.When I first heard of publicly distributing ashes on Ash Wednesday, often called “Ashes to Go”, I didn’t think it to be evangelism.  My first reaction to it was negative: it was a novelty, “church light,” or, at best, just a kind of convenience for people who were busy and didn’t have time to come to an Ash Wednesday service that day.  

I couldn’t have been more wrong!  It was at various moments powerful, beautiful, intimate, unexpected, and awkward, but it was always important.  It took me making the sign of the cross with my thumb on a few hundred strangers’ foreheads at the Dupont Circle Metro to get it, but I’ve finally learned a new definition of Evangelism.  I cannot now be more enthused and energetic to discuss other, creative public ways for our church to evangelize.

It started off well: hundreds of people came up the Metro escalators and made eye contact and smiled.  We heard so many positive messages:

 “Thank you for doing this, for being here, for bringing peace.”  

“Are you going to be here in the evening, too?  I’ll tell my daughter.”  

“Is it Ash Wednesday already?”  

“I saw on the Ashes to Go website that you’d be here.  Thank you!”

“I won’t have time to go to church today, and I’m so glad you all are here.”  One woman promised to come back after her job interview.  

Another woman had just taken the red-eye from LA and looked really tired.  She said, “I’m so happy to see you here!” before asking where N Street was.  Could she check-in at her hotel there and make it to our church service at noon?  Here’s our flyer! (We ran out of flyers.)

Nearly all of the more than 300 people to whom we distributed ashes closed their eyes.  Some wanted confirmation of what we were doing first, but most just approached us and gently leaned forward.  Multiple Panera employees came out, raised their hats, and received Ashes after a member of St. Thomas went in to get her coffee (with her forehead already marked) and told them we were just outside their door.

Many people asked if we were Catholic, and then didn’t seem to mind that we weren’t.  Ashes are ashes, and well, to dust we all return, right? That was our refrain throughout the day as we gently marked their heads.  It wasn’t like our female priest had burned only Certified Protestant-Farmed and Blessed palms! (I was called “Father” by dozens of people in the evening when I went back to distribute ashes again alone.)

Dozens of people exited escalators with their foreheads already marked.  That felt like solidarity!

There’s often an older man with gigantic dreadlocks around this same Metro entrance asking for help.  I hadn’t seen him in the morning, but he was there in the evening when I went back to distribute more ashes.

He was sitting at the top of the escalator with his sign and his empty Big Gulp.  I thought to myself that there must be something I could be doing for him at that moment instead of distributing ashes to the many well-dressed business people with their wireless headphones coming and going from the escalators.  These same people seemed to be ignoring him. Did they feel like I did? Helpless for someone who needed so much help?

After surely watching me for a while, he came up and asked what I was doing before requesting I mark his forehead.  I couldn’t have been more surprised and happy to do it. “I want to get my picture with you, too,” he said while taking out his phone.  He wanted to know what church I was representing. St. Thomas on 18th Street! I felt strangely flattered.  

Suddenly, he was extremely anxious about who would take our picture.  I said that I’d just ask the next person who came up to get ashes to take it.  Not a minute later, after five or six attempts to get his old phone’s flash to work, the photo was taken.  Then he sat back down at the top of the escalator and pulled out his small, handwritten “Seeking Human Kindness” sign and an empty cup.  

Shortly after our photo, three teenagers came bouncing out of the donut shop, obnoxiously loud like only teenage boys can be.  Wearing paper Krispy Kreme hats, they were finishing donuts with yellow icing and rainbow sprinkles. Like most people who came by, they didn’t receive ashes, but they saw our chalkboard saying what we were doing.  Then I saw them each put some money in the dreadlocked homeless man’s cup before they began chasing each other down the busy escalator.

I was already getting cold when a light drizzle started at 6:15pm.  Did I want to pack up early? Then a middle-aged Asian man came up with a small yet very enthusiastic brown mutt on a tight leash.  He looked absolutely exhausted. “What are ‘Ashes to Go’ about?” he asked, seeming confused. I answered in the shortest way possible, an explanation that had gotten more eloquent and concise after multiple practices during the day. 

“Oh!” he said. “Those ashes sound great!  Can I have some then? I’m not Christian. I’ve had a rough time of it of late.  I just need all the help I can get.”

Don’t we all? 

NSRV New Testament and Psalms, Pocket edition

This handy little book is convenient. It fits in a pocket or purse easily. It is perfect for Bible study at the office, as we are doing on Wednesdays! Yes, you can read the Bible on your mobile phone. But do you actually read the Bible on your phone? The pages of this pocket version are smooth and crisp. The translation, the New Revised Standard Version (NRSV), is renowned for the accuracy of its translation and its inclusionary text. If you just use Google search to find a verse, who knows what translation you get. It could be one of those translations that omit the word “eunuch” from Matthew 19:12!! Finally, this version uses Anglicized English for more flavour. In all seriousness, I read this and carry it around, and you should too.
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On Sunday, October 9, the community of St. Thomas’ Parish welcomed the Rev. Alex Dyer for his first Sunday morning worship service with us, followed by a festive coffee hour.

St. Thomas’ is delighted to call the Rev. Alex Dyer as its Priest-in-Charge. Having begun his ministry as a missionary in Cairo, Egypt working with Sudanese refugees, he has since served numerous parishes in New York City and Connecticut. Alex has a heart for urban ministry beginning with his time at St. Luke in the Fields in New York City, where he oversaw outreach programs for LGBT youth and a program for people with HIV/AIDS. Upon moving to New Haven, he created an outdoor Eucharist that ministered primarily to people who were experiencing homelessness. He also served as the Executive Director of the largest food pantry in New Haven, CT, which served about 300 families each week.

Alex also brings experience in the wider church, which started with working for Episcopal News Service. Since then he has served as a Deputy to General Convention, a member of the search committee for the Bishop of Connecticut, a member of the Commission on Ministry for the Diocese of Connecticut and is currently the President of the Standing Committee in the Diocese of Connecticut.

For the past three years, Alex has been working on his Doctorate in Ministry from Virginia Theological Seminary. His project focuses on reconnecting churches to their neighborhoods, discovering what God is up to and how parishes can join God’s mission. He hopes to defend his thesis this coming spring.

While Alex was born in Tennessee, he spent much of his childhood in Montgomery County, Maryland, and is delighted to rejoin many members of his family who still live in the DC area.

We also welcome Alex’s husband, Ryan DeLoach, and their beautiful daughter, Savannah Gayle. Ryan has a Masters Degree in Social Work from Columbia University, and has most recently worked for a large nonprofit specializing in shelter and housing services for individuals and families experiencing homelessness.

Alex’s first Sunday at St. Thomas’ will be on October 9. Please join us as we welcome our new Priest in Charge and Ryan and Savannah to our family.

Introduction from Alex Dyer on Vimeo.

Ordination of The Rev. Rebecca Ann Zartman (Video Clip)

On Thursday, March 27, 2014, in a service held at St. Thomas’ Parish – Dupont Circle, The Rev. Rebecca Ann Zartman was ordained to the priesthood by The Rt. Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde, Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Washington.

People of St. Thomas' – Carol C.

Carol and JohnCarol C. and her husband moved from New York City to Washington, D.C. in May 2012, and have since become part of the spiritual community at St. Thomas’ Parish. Carol had always been an active volunteer, and she wanted to become involved in her new city as well. At St. Thomas’ she serves as a Sunday greeter, helps with the monthly meal we provide at Christ House, and also organized the coffee hour reception for Bishop Mariann’s recent visitation.

After reading about the organization N Street Village in Street Sense, the local homeless newspaper, she began serving at their night shelter as an overnight volunteer, and later took on other volunteer roles, including helping at Miriam’s House, the Village’s residence for women living with HIV and AIDS. This past fall, she participated in the organization’s Community Walk to raise funds and awareness about homelessness. Most recently, she made a donation of 31 hand-knitted quilts to the residents of the Village’s night shelter. She had coordinated with a childhood friend in Michigan to organize quilting circles, so that each woman living in the shelter received her very own blanket for Christmas.

Thanks to Carol (and her friends in Michigan) for sharing her time and gifts with our parish and community!

 

10th Anniversary of Gene Robinson's Consecration

Gene Robinson ConsecrationThe weekend of Nov. 2-3 at St. Thomas’ Parish was special for a lot of reasons:

On Sunday, we celebrated All Saints Day, raising up in prayer the names of scores of people who have died but have not been forgotten by family, and loved ones, and friends.

Also, our Rector, Nancy Lee Jose, celebrated her 10th All Saints Day as Rector of St. Thomas’ Parish.

And the day before was the 10th anniversary of the consecration of Gene Robinson, the resident Bishop at St. Thomas’ Parish, as the IX Diocesan Bishop of the Diocese of New Hampshire.   You may want to read the short note by Susan Russell on the Episcopal Cafe.  If you’d like to keep up with Gene’s activities, you might want to follow him on Twitter or on his Facebook page. Or catch him the next time he’s preaching or celebrating the Eucharist at St. Thomas’ Parish.

For now, we celebrate All The Saints — those who have preceded us and those with us still — who strive to live out the church’s vocation as The Body of Christ and the agent of grace, reconciliation, compassion, and justice.  In the words of one of my favorite hymns: “I sing a song of the saints of God, patient and brave and true, who toiled and fought and lived and died for the Lord they loved and knew.  … and one was a soldier, and one was a priest, and one was slain by a fierce wild beast: and there’s not any reason, no, not the least, why I shouldn’t be one too.”

Member Profile – Jeremy A.

Jeremy AI first started coming to St. Thomas’ in 2004 because I lived two blocks away. And I could sleep in (very) late yet still be on time for the 11:00 a.m. service. I kept coming back because people were friendly, and the parish struck a nice balance between being laid back and eager to grow. Many things have changed over the years, including my involvement with the parish. I’ve served as an usher, on the altar guild, part of a seminarian discernment team, and as a Godly Play teacher.

I’ve led the Inclusion Team twice, with a two-year break in between while I worked as a chaplain at an Episcopal school in Florida. What has remained constant in the community is a genuine desire to be and to become the wonderful people God has made us to be. St. Thomas’ has given me room to grow up since those early days a decade ago when I slunk into the back row, sleepy-eyed at 11:00 a.m.

I didn’t know it then, but I know it now: While I may have been looking for a church nearby, God was more intently looking for me, drawing me to this corner on 18th and Church Streets, to settle into a community that would nurture, challenge, and enrich me. I am so grateful.

Member Profile – Catherine M.

Catherine MMy relationship with St Thomas’ began almost exactly two years ago, when I was “church shopping” for a parish after graduating from American University. I was looking for a church with lots of young people and a strong sense of community. I walked into St Thomas’ in September of 2011, and I haven’t left since!

My faith has always been an important part of my life. I was baptized Catholic, and my family was active in my childhood parish. My mom and I joined the Episcopal Church when I was 15, and I decided to be confirmed a year later. I has a wonderful experience with campus ministry at AU, and I knew that I wanted to find a spiritual home in D.C. once I decided to stick around after college.

Not to sound too overenthusiastic here, but finding my way to St Thomas’ has honestly been a huge blessing for me. I have discovered a community that welcomed me with open arms and in which I have been able to build truly wonderful relationships. By encouraging me to take an active part in parish life and leadership, the St Thomas’ community has helped me grow as a person and given me space to more fully explore my relationship with God.

Right now, I am serving as a member of the parish vestry and am having way too much fun with young adult ministry. My big “church-y” interests are: thinking about ways to build and deepen relationships here at St Thomas’ and how St Thomas’ can build and deepen relationships with our neighborhood community. If you’d like to chat, come find me at coffee hour—I’m definitely at church most weeks. After all, it’s where my people are.