Dec 28 2009

St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church – 52 Churches

Published by at 5:54 pm under 52 Churches

The most dreaded words in the Churbuck lexicon are: “Everybody get on your feet and put your hands together.” I am an unwilling, stolid, and confused participant in most group activities.
From square-dancing to collegiate acapella singing groups – David Churbuck is not your man. I dislike physical contact with strangers, am an awkward wooden hugger, air-kiss Europeans like a head injury victim, and get embarrassed by physical therapy sessions and trips to the chiropractor. I am, in short, the perfect repressed WASP who is content to let others sing and dance and who is happy to suffer in silence rather than submit to the sketchy intimacy of a massage or the group conviviality of line dancing.

My wife and children know this, and love to torment me in volunteering me for trips to the stage to be sawn in half by the magician. I have a severe autonomic physical reaction to this stress – a sort of perspiring performance anxiety – which escalates the more I am exhorted to sing, which I am reluctant to do as my only comfortable singing voice in somewhere in the key of Kermit the Frog.

Being an intrepid liturgical explorer, I woke early this morning in San Francisco’s Potrero Hill neighborhood and decided to knock off this week’s church visit by simply going to the closest church in the neighborhood. Hence today was my first walk-to-church experience, one I am most grateful for because it underscores the founding question behind this project: I wonder what goes on inside of that place on any given Sunday?


St. Gregory of Nyssa is an Episcopal Church, and as a confirmed but lapsed Episcopalian I will attest there is no other Episcopalian church like it in my agnostic experience. Located on the corner of Mariposa and DeHaro, the shingle style architecture is Slavic in principle and gorgeous in execution. An interesting series of roofs and gables and round steeples with medieval roofs that put me in the mind of some Anatoylian fourth century church in Cappadocia. Built a mere 15 years ago, but founded in 1978 by Donald Schell and Rick Fabian, the parish was founded, according to its website:

… as a special mission of the Diocese of California.  The young congregation pioneered the Open Table in the Episcopal church, inviting everyone to communion whether baptized or not, following Jesus’ teaching and example.  St. Gregory’s also began to explore the lay diaconate, congregational dance, unaccompanied singing as ways to involve the congregation in worship. Over the past 30 years All Saints Company has worked with St. Gregory of Nyssa church to extend their learned principles of creating good liturgy and vibrant community to a worldwide audience though conferences, gatherings, publications.  In 2007 Rick and Donald transitioned out of leadership of St. Gregory’s in order to devote themselves full-time to the All Saints Company mission of resourcing the church with new ways to think about liturgy and community”

Service

I attended the early morning liturgy, dressed in the customary Brooks Bros. standard issue uniform of blue blazer, button down shirt, loafers, and walked through the foggy late December morning alone down deserted streets, past the Anchor Steam brewery to the church at the base of the hill. While cool, the morning air was humid from the thunderstorm the night before, and my glasses fogged when I entered the main hall. A few people milled around, all dressed casually, one in a Hawaiian shirt, another in a dramatic poncho sort of thing, making me further stick out as an alien visitor from the cold East coast. I set to signing myself into the guest book, filling out an adhesive name tag, and collecting pamphlets for background information to use in the writing of this entry. To the right, under the main steeple, was an altar ranked by rows of chairs facing each other, in the manner of a Friend’s meeting (Quaker). An immense mural behind the altar depicted (I assume) Saint Gregory, an early theologian who was a key presence in the development of the church back in the days of the Council of Nicea, the concept of the Trinity, and the rise of Christian philosophy to displace the prevalent Greek philosophy that shaped intellectual and spiritual life in the earliest days of the church. I have no insights into early liturgical practices, but there was an obvious attempt to make the service a simple and fundamental experience. To wit: when the rector, Rev. Paul Fromberg, sang his benedictions, the congregation gently hummed along, providing the music with their voices. Sitting beside the rector was a gentleman — I assume the presider — who struck a series of metal bowls with a stick and rang a pair of little finger bells to mark shifts in the service. The hymnal was a printed pamphlet for the Christmas holidays. The reading was from the Gospel according to John, read by a woman:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God..”

There was a long contemplative silence following the gospel reading, and then the Reverend asked the congregation what word came to mind to them. “Rain” “Peace” “Silence” – it was early in the service and I tried to maintain the practice of not directly participating, so I offered up no word of my own, but there was no direct expectation that I would.

The Reverend delivered a sermon on the definition of the Word, how there was debate over what that Word was. And then spoke about the gospel being interpreted by some scholars to be not about Christ but the definition of God. He spoke about God as being Light – and without light there was no meaning. I liked this simple message. There was silence after the sermon to let his words settle in, and then again the congregation offered up some free associations of what was in their minds. Again I did not participate. The Lord’s Prayer was sung – much as it was sung on Christmas Eve at Grace Cathedral – but some of the words were unique to St. Gregory’s liturgy, but for the life of me I can’t remember which words were unique – I think “trespasses” was swapped out for an alternative.

We sang a hymn. I forget which (I felt too in the middle of things to play reporter and take notes) but it was a Christmas hymn. I was perspiring and self-conscious. A dog lay on the concrete floor beside me. About two dozen people were gathered around the altar. The bell ringer/presider bade us to stand and dance our way into the large hall where I first entered. We were given a short dance lesson – right hand on the shoulder of the person to our left, then a two step forward-one step back short of conga line into and around a table – Christ’s Table – in the main nave. I am seriously challenged by this type of activity, something a four-year old could master, and so I shuffled and lurched my way out of the seating area, a bit overwhelmed by the amazing murals of ninety dancing saints that ringed the tall ceilings and arches of the church. We sang another Christmas carol, and off we went, dancing and singing, two of my least favorite verbs.

With some relief we finished the third verse and I no longer had to pretend to be dancing when in fact all I was doing was mumble and stumble. The rector, presider, and another reverend gathered around a table where a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and two chalices were placed. We greeted each other, and I hugged and was hugged several times, my proffered handshake ignored by the Reverend Fromberg who tut-tutted me and gave me the full hug treatment. Communion was served, and despite my custom of not participating in any altar ceremonies, there was no escaping participation as communion was delivered from one parishioner to the next. The Reverend dropped a bit of bread into my hands, my neighbor gave me a sip of wine, and I took the cup and did the same for my neighbor. We made the sign of the cross on each other’s palms.

Then we danced again while singing Hark! The Herald Angels Sing. This dance was much more complex, involving side stepping, and left foot behind, then uplifted knee and a showgirl kick maneuver. I was lost before we started, but off we went, round and around, singing and dancing.

Random Observations

  • That this was the most interactive and participatory church experience yet is a massive understatement
  • This was the earliest service in terms of time
  • Silence is golden, and I especially appreciated the silent moments in the liturgy
  • I had a nice chat with the Reverend after the service and explained the project. He was impressed but a bit shocked someone would go for 52 churches in a row. I reminded him it was no different than his job, only with more variety
  • The liturgical thinking behind St. Gregory’s is obviously well thought out and executed. I need to do so more reading on the method and philosophy as this was not a traditional Episcopal service, yet, I sense, it was an attempt to return to a very early participatory form of worship
  • The later morning service is apparently more active in terms of dancing and singing according to Reverend Fromberg
  • The murals of the dancing saints include, among their numbers: Lady Godiva, Charlie Chaplin, Lucille Ball, William Blake, and many others, including St. Gregory of course

Next week: still in San Francisco. I may try to visit the Zen Center this week, a Mosque on Friday, and the Latin Mass in North Beach on Sunday.

10 responses so far

10 Responses to “St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church – 52 Churches”

  1. Hazenon 29 Dec 2009 at 8:40 pm

    Churbuck – your church adventures are one of my favorite things to read, keep it up! I think there is a book somewhere in all of this.

  2. Anonymouson 30 Dec 2009 at 9:45 pm

    I recommend you check out Cornerstone in San Francisco. The music is hands down the best of all churches in the city. http://www.cornerstone-sf.org

  3. Un-churchedon 30 Dec 2009 at 9:46 pm

    I recommend you try Cornerstone in SF. Hands-down the best music in the city. http://www.cornerstone-sf.org

  4. HOGDICKon 04 Jan 2010 at 12:32 pm

    “Hug it out, Bitch!”

  5. Willon 08 Jan 2010 at 1:03 am

    I’m glad that among the churches you are including, Saint Gregory’s has a place. I went there this past Palm Sunday for a one time visit and it has become home. Thank you for a well written piece on a really wonderful place.

  6. Don Youngon 23 Feb 2010 at 4:02 pm

    NO…NO…NO! I am an Episcopalian by choice. One of the things that led me to choose the Epsicopal rather than some other denomination was the Prayer Book – based, elegant, beautiful worship experience, and that is NOT AT ST GREGORY OF NYSSA!

    I guess the bone I have to pick with this church, though, really isn’t its fault; my big problem is that the priests (now calling themselves the Co-Rectors and Co-Deans) of my church, St. John’s ProCathedral in Los Angeles, found the St. Gregory’s experience to be so wonderful that they’re gradually imposing it on a VERY unwilling St. John’s congregation (they’ve packed the vestry with “their people”, so absolutely any of the nonsense that they force on us goes). I promise you, as soon as the last pew leaves St. John’s and we’re expected to do some kind of dance around a centrally-placed baptismal font, a lot of us are GONE.

    In the decades that I’ve been an Episcopalian, I’ve seen this kind of stuff tried often—from charismatic services to “praise” services to Gospel services, and on and on… It seems to have a transitory appeal, a bunch of new people rush in, then the fad passes, the people grow up, and they move on…leaving a smaller and weaker congregation. The Episcopal churches that grow steadily, maintain their numbers, and flourish all have at least adherence to Book of Common Prayer worship style in common. When you worship in one of them, you know that you are in an Episcopal Church, rather than some non-denominational or other church.

    For those who are inspired by the St. Gregory kind of experience, more power to you!

  7. Joieon 05 Jun 2010 at 11:20 am

    Um, people forget that there is ANOTHER form of Eucharist in the BCP — An Order for Eucharist — and St. Gregory’s falls within that form and therefore within the BCP.

  8. Peron 25 Feb 2011 at 4:00 pm

    I stumbled upon your site today and you made me smile. I appreciate your writing style and humor. I will definitely visit again.

    I, too, cringe at the suggestion of unnecessary body contact and choreography. Must be my Scandinavian upbringing. I applaud your perseverance in the Nyssa experience, though it has made me think twice about visiting. May one just sit in the corner as an interested observer? I am glad this church fulfills a need for those who find its worship style “in step” with their own sensibilities.

  9. Jameson 08 Jul 2012 at 9:08 pm

    Ugh – Don Young, get a grip and loosen up.

    But anyway, why do people call the “chancel” or the “sanctuary” (in Roman Catholic and Orthodox Traditions) the Altar? The altar is the “communion table” at which the sacrifice of the mass takes place, or the holy mysteries in Orthodox tradition. Or it is the table upon which protestant traditions place their “offering”. It is not the entire “Staging area”. When a clergyperson is said to be “at the altar” it means they are standing at the table… not that they are on the platform.

    C’mon dude…

  10. David Churbuckon 09 Jul 2012 at 11:43 am

    James,
    I won’t argue church nomenclature with a Yale Div School grad, but you just confused me. The cliche: “abandoned at the altar” would signify the platform up where the bride and groom meet the priest/minister and tie the knot. The table — where the priest does his or her thing in preparing the communion — is that the chancel? And what do you call the place where the sermon is delivered from?

    The lexicon of churches is one of the richest branches of linguistics in my layman’s opinion.

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