My primary rosary is an Episcopal one, arranged in weeks instead of decades, given to me by my beloved friend and mentor, Rev. Gina Pond. This is how I pray it.
For the Sign of the Cross…
In the name of Mary, and of Joseph, and of their beloved son Jesus, amen.
For the first large bead…
Our God, who is within us, hallowed be your Names, Your community come, your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us today the blessings we need, and forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Don’t put us to the test, and protect us from harm. For yours are the community, the love, and the beauty now and forever, amen.
For the next large bead…
Glory be to Mary, and to Joseph, and to Jesus, as they were, are now, and ever shall be the Holy Family forever, amen.
For each small bead…
Hail Mary (Magdalene), full of strength, God is with you. Blesséd are you among disciples, and blesséd are the fruits of your study with Jesus. Holy Mary, Consort of God, pray for us learners now and as we discern our ministries, amen.
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year two thousand seventeen of the Common Era was a very difficult
one for me, even as it was a year of healing and introspection.
Various aspects of my health are in decline, including my mental
health. Yet, starting medication for my mental illnesses and taking a
depression management class have helped greatly.
does this have to do with Echo and Narcissus and why do I call them
Saints? Various reasons.
of Echo’s story was that she was yet another mortal woman seduced by Zeus. Some translations
use the word “ravished” which in modern times is often equated with “rape.” When Hera came to question Echo,
the mortal told the goddess long stories to distract from from her
pursuit of Zeus. Echo was covering Zeus’ escape, it seemed. Hera
cursed Echo so that she could only speak the last few words she heard
another speak. This was how Narcissus was caught staring at his own
reflection. She’d fallen in love with him and wanted to speak to
him, but was only able to repeat some of his words back to him. As a
result, he was tricked into falling in love with himself.
in this tale we have a randy, powerful being seducing someone who really
didn’t have the power to say no. And unforgiving wife struck out at
the target she could reach and as a result ruined at least two lives.
Echo, I see those who are used sexually and don’t report for fear
of backlash, yet backlash struck her anyway. In Narcissus, I see
those who have learning disabilities, mental illnesses, or some
combination of both, and who can be very literal in their understanding of language.
They can be led, by accident or by design, to self-destruction or
modern times, people use the phrase “echo chamber” to deride
those who are unwilling to the voices that speak out against them.
Sometimes, this phrase is used to shame the marginalized for creating
safe spaces. The word “narcissistic” is often wrongly used to
describe persons whose self-esteem has grown to the point where they
aren’t willing to take the abuse that’s so casually given to
say, we should build our echo chambers! We should surround ourselves with those who
don’t speak ill of us. We know those other voices are there. We
can’t escape them. But in creating our echo chambers, we can give
ourselves a certain measure of peace from those who hate us.
say, we should fall in love with ourselves! We should fill our minds with thoughts of
self-worth, because we know there is no shortage of those who hate
us. If our self-worth causes them to be angry, then perhaps it’s
not us who are medically narcissistic.
Echo, patron saint of the used, frightened, and misunderstood!
Narcissus, patron saint of learning disabilities and mental
Today is Monday, 25 December 2017. It’s Christmas, the celebration of when Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love were made incarnate in Jesus of Nazareth, the one Christians call the Christ.
Christian. It’s an interesting word. It can be used both as a noun (as I have above) or as an adjective. These days, I call myself a Jesist rather than a Christian. There are various reasons I do this, one of them being I don’t like where modern American Christianity seems to be going a lot of the time. That said, I’ve encountered welcome among the United Church of Christ, DignityUSA, the Progressive Christian Alliance, and the Episcopal Church (my current “home” denomination) to name just a few organizations. At the individual level, I’ve encountered more welcome than resistance to my existence. This welcome is Love, which gives me Joy, bringing me Peace and Hope.
What can be very difficult, is remembering in the midst of my oppression to bring the Gifts of Advent to those around me. Others seem to be better at remembering to do this, which leaves me somewhat ashamed as a clergy person. Ritualizing life can help with this, and Episcopal worship seems more formally ritualized than a lot of what I’ve been experiencing since leaving the Roman Catholic Church in 1988.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about making various things “great again,” and it’s even been suggested this needs to be done with Christmas. But, that’s just it: Christmas celebrates how the Almighty was incarnated in a life so delicate it had become a refugee. Greatness starts small. That is growth. Also, the greatness that came out of Christmas stood against the empire and the wealthy and the powerful. The Gospel is full of inversions, and Christmas is when those inversions really started for Christianity.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, help me to remember to bring the Gifts of Hope, Joy, Love, and Peace to the world, bringing blesséd Inversion to the empires of the world, in whatever small ways I can.
Today is Sunday, 24 December 2017. It’s the fourth and final Sunday in Advent and the theme is Peace. Again, this is a bit odd to me as I’m used to Peace being the second Sunday and Love being the fourth. Anyway…
I have the tendency to think of the liturgical season of Lent as being about confronting our inner demons. Well, it seems this Advent I’ve been confronted by the demons of others. Anti-LGBTQIA+ hatred, harassment, and violence seems to be at a level I’ve not seen in a long time. Maybe it is at an all-time high, or maybe it’s just that I’m noticing it more. But considering what’s happened in the US after the disaster that was the November 2016 election when the populace elected one candidate and the electoral college chose another, bigots have become emboldened.
If Lent is a time to reflect on what our inner demons tempt us to do, then perhaps Advent is a time to reflect on what our inner angels are guiding us to bring out into the world. I’ve long since accepted that I cannot rely on my society in general to give me Peace. Yet, there have been those individuals and particular groups in society that have brought some measure of Peace to me.
Advent is about bringing Gifts out into the world. As I have received the Gift of Peace from others, I should strive to bring Peace to others. I will not fix society. That’s too big for me. But if I can make existing in society a little easier for others who don’t often enough experience Peace, then that’s something I should do.
Today is Sunday, 17 December 2017. It’s the third Sunday in Advent and the theme is Joy.
My Advent season this year started with a huge influx of Joy on Saturday, 2 December, the day before Advent 2017 actually started. It was on this day when I was at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco to bear witness to the ordination of three wonderful queer women to the priesthood. Two of them I met at seminary, the third is someone I met at Good Shepherd Episcopal Church in Berkeley, which has become my current church home. To be present when the bishop declared them fully ordained priests was a moment of tremendous Joy for me.
In fact, the Joy of bearing witness to their ordinations carried me through some difficult encounters the following days and weeks. This is an amazing thing, to me. The Joy in witnessing the achievements of others was healing to me.
And then, last Thursday was another Joyous time. I had a productive session with my therapist after work and later went onto karaoke with my coworkers. Circling back to today was the first time I sang with the choir at Good Shepherd. While I make more of a Joyful noise than an aesthetically pleasing one, singing is always a gift of Joy to myself.
There is much to be concerned about. But, find and spread Joy where and when you can.
This past year has been the most violent on record for trans and gender-expansive persons. There was a record number of Names for the TDoR. Love and compassion for our destroyers goes only so far…
A Lakeside Cabin
Rev. Constance Antinoë Magdalene McEntee
“What happened to that lovely beach with the resort-slash-residence carved into the cliffside?” he asked me. I was sitting in front of my cabin, the one that I built on the lakeshore as a retreat and refuge.
“Oh, I still have that place, too,” I assured him. “It’s just that …”
“It’s just with all the curses you’ve been casting, formally and informally, you needed a place more conducive to those intentions. Am I right?”
This was no ordinary cabin on the shores of some ordinary lake. No. This was the Lake of Fire.
“They hate us so much,” I said, staring into a fountain that was where one would expect to find a campfire. Hey, we were on the shores of the Lake of Fire! We didn’t need more fire. “They tell us we’re going to burn in hell. So, I created this place and I come here to feed—”
“To feed your soul when you feel you want to curse your tormentors,” Lucifer finished for me.
“It seemed like a good idea to me.”
“And, should there be any adverse effects returned to you from your magick?” the Light-bringer asked me.
“I will accept any and all consequences of my actions,” I declared, standing to face the Fell Lord with swords in both of my hands. “Do you have any fucking idea what we go through?”
“They won’t stop!” I swung at him, a strike he effortlessly blocked with casually conjured blade of his own. “They never stop!” I swung at him with my left this time, and again Lucifer summoned a weapon to parry my blow.
Before long, we were locked in a full-on duel. My protests ceasing to be words and becoming screams of undeniable rage. The camp fountain burbled placidly and the flames of the Lake of Fire licked the shore, and all the while we fought.
Reversing the grip with my left hand, I plunged my sword into Satan’s heart. With the sword in my right hand, I slashed through his neck, beheading him. His weapons were gone.
“My child,” he said, his head floating above his shoulders. “Restore yourself. Do me this harm. But remember: rage will carry you only so far.” My chest heaving from the exertion, his words broke through my wall of furious hate. Tears began to burn my eyes, as he healed his wounds. With open arms and outstretched wings, the Light-bringer invited me into his embrace. “Come to me, priest.”
Sobbing, I stepped up to him, his arms and wings enfolding me.
“Why won’t they just leave us the fuck alone?” I wailed into Satan’s bosom, knowing he wouldn’t offer any simple answer. In fact, the only answer he offered was to croon soothingly to me, stroking my hair as I wept bitterly.
“Priest, my lovely child, you are not a necromancer,” Lucifer told me. “But you can raise the Dead nonetheless. That which is remembered never dies. Let your heart and mind be crowded with the memories of them. Carry them with you in your heart wherever you go, always.”
“I’ll try, my Lord.”
Satan through his head back and laughed. “My lady, you already do! It’s why you feel all this pain all the time. Do you understand what you’re enduring? Yes, maybe there are others who can bear the pain better than you. That’s why your doctors have prescribed the medications they have. There’s no shame there. You already carry their memories and the pain of those memories. Remember: I’m here for you. And so are the Others.”
At his reminder, the Others appeared. Melek Ta’us. Antinoüs. Jesus and his bride, Mary Magdalene. All six of the mighty Tetrad++: Panpsyche All-Soul, Panhyle All-Body, Paneros All-Love, Pancrates All-Power, Paneris All-Strife, and Panprosdexia All-Acceptance. And not just beings such as these, but the Great and Blessed Mortals as well. Saint Fred Rogers. Saint Carrie Fisher. Saint Alan Turing. Saint Matthew Shepard. Saint Gwen Araujo. They surrounded me, imbuing me with their love and power there on the shore of the Lake of Fire.
I turned once again to the Light-bringer.
“Carry your beloveds in your heart always,” he said to me. “We will help you bear this burden.”
Today is Sunday, 10 December 2017. It’s the second Sunday in Advent and the theme is Love. This was a bit odd to me, as I’m used to Peace being the second week. But, I digress…
I’m beginning to wonder if using Facebook is detrimental to my ability to Love. This is the second Sunday in a row that I’ve encountered heterosexist/homophobic and cissexist/transphobic comments on a friend’s post. I know there are a great many people out there who hate persons like me, even without ever having met me. It’s always so shocking, though, to encounter their sentiments. If somebody tries to post things like that on my page, their comments get deleted and they get blocked. If their comments violate the Facebook terms and conditions, they get reported, too. While I would greatly appreciate it if my friends would do the same to people who comment on their posts, I understand that it’s their FB pages. They can handle them as they see fit. I’d like to say more on this, but that might not be construed as very Loving on my part.
I know there are people I will never be able to reason with. I have blood relatives who were rabidly anti queer and anti trans before I came out. And, I have at least two cousins who are older than me who are gay. So, it’s not like I’m the first LGBTQIA+ person in the extended family. But it wasn’t until I went from second son to first daughter did some of the bigotry end. What bigotry ended? The jokes. That’s about it. These relatives still vote for candidates and politicians who work to make my life illegal, restricting or rescinding my rights. I’ve tried bringing the Advent Gift of Love to them to no avail, and they won’t bring Love to me either, not while they vote the way they do. And since I can’t transition race, I know I’ll never get through to them on issues of racism no matter how hard I try and have tried in the past. If they won’t change to defend me, their kin, what makes me or anybody else think I can change their minds about racism?
Every day of my life, I am confronted by those who seek to destroy trans persons. The only “Love” they offer is telling me how damned I am. I know from experience that I can count of men and women of all races, orientations, and classes to hurl hate in the direction of my community. I could offer them Love, but to what purpose? It will be rejected out of hand. I know they won’t extend to me the Love I desire and require. And when so much of this hatred comes from people who identify as Christians, saying they are justified by GOD, it should come as no surprise I call myself a Jesist.
So, I bring the Advent Gift of Love to others like me. If I can offer them some measure of comfort, I will do so. To my allies, I will offer gratitude. I would not be alive without them. And since I use Facebook to connect with my allies and the members of my community, I won’t be giving it up any time soon. For those who seek the destruction of the trans and gender-expansive communities, may the Light-bringer hold them and keep them, now and for ever.
Social media platforms are great ways to share our views on various social justice issues, informing others of our beliefs and work. The privileged and marginalized alike do this. I am grateful when I see persons privileged in ways I am not (cisgender, heterosexual, able-bodied, mentally healthy, neurotypical, ordained by a widely recognized mainstream denomination) use their privilege to stand up for and stand by those of us at the margins. That said, I respectfully ask more of you.
When you post something pertaining to social justice, such as outrage at the way various sects of Christianity treat LGBTQIA+ persons, please be sure to follow-up on your posts. When those of us who are in the marginalized groups you’re defending speak up and post our comments, don’t sit back and quietly let your social media friends and followers use slurs against us. Challenge their bigotry publicly. Demand that they retract and apologize for their verbal abuse. Don’t leave us alone to expend the emotional labor to defend our right to exist.
Sharing your beliefs about social justice issues and keeping us informed of the social justice work is a great start, and I am grateful for what you do. But, there must be more than that. I am transgender and queer. Every single day of my life, I am confronted with voices explaining why I’m an affront to all that’s right and good in the world and how persons like me should be eliminated. We need you do shout down those voices, especially the ones in your communities both online and in “real life.”
You cannot truly hope to help fix society if you let hate go unchallenged. Yes, not all people can be reasoned with. For those persons, you delete their comments and deny them to voice their contempt in the places where you defend us.