Book Store Confessional

Earlier this week I walked between my morning appointment and my lunch meeting. It was a nice day and I had plenty of time. Well, somewhere along the way on K Street I came across a Catholic book store. With time to spare, I entered. OK, let me be up front, I have learned that Catholic bookstores can be a treasure trove for really tacky church gifts -- like cheap plastic fans with each little slat adorned with a sticker of some unnamed obscure saint -- or a picture of the bleeding heart of Jesus with red blinking fiber optic lights. Such imaginative items are a source of amusement and delight for me. This particular store had far more books than gift ware -- which was just fine for this bibliophile. I browsed hoping to find some interesting titles from Orbis or other such publishers. This store seemed to stock far more conservative Catholic texts and lots of paraphernalia with the Pope's photo on it. I did find one interesting book which I bought -- about women in the early church -- the "Desert Mothers." Anyway, when I went to check out, the lady working the desk asked if it was my first time in the store. I acknowledged that it was. Then she said that I needed to see their chapel and told me about the schedule for masses. After making sure she had completed the financial transaction for the purchase of the book, she guided me to the back of the store and grandly opened the closed double doors to reveal a dim, cool chapel. I indicated that it was a very nice chapel. Then, this clerk (who I am convinced was NOT a nun, because of the quantity of make up she wore) herded me further back into the store, down a small hallway to the confessionals... hmmm, she seemed SO very eager to deposit me in a confessional booth. Confessionals in a bookstore? What's up with that? Is this bringing the church into the contemporary world? Is it some kind of holy or unholy alliance between marketplace and sanctuary? Does the eager clerk get a bonus for each customer that enters the confessional? Would penance include reading some book that could be purchased at the store? Is this a savvy way for the Catholic church to reach out to working professionals in the heart of the city?
I managed to extricate myself from the confessional cattle shoot and head back out to the sidewalk. Somewhere in the midst of that encounter, I made the decision to just listen and receive what the clerk wanted to share, but not to reveal that I was a protestant clergywoman. It seemed easier not to go there. I was willing to accept who she was and the spirit of outreach she brought to her work (though, I'm not sure assuming that everyone walking in off the street NEEDS to go to confession, is the best outreach strategy). At the same time, I did not feel the need to define myself as one apart from her or to enter into a discussion about Christian unity and the ordination of women. Somehow that would have felt like I was challenging her obviously fervently held beliefs -- that is not a battle I need to fight -- the Catholic church is the Catholic church, good, bad, indifferent. The United Methodist Church is the United Methodist church, good, bad, indifferent. There are plenty of ways that all denominations and individual members can be at work for the common good and the building of the kindom. So, if you ever do feel a need to confess, let me tell you about this book store on K Street.

City Sights

A little more than a month ago, I moved to Washington D.C. from the Maryland suburbs. This is my first experience of living in the city and it's fun learning all about my new community and city life. Today I ventured forth and tried public transportation, riding the "Circulator" bus -- all in all it was a far more pleasant way to get around the city than driving in traffic. I visited a colleague, who is also pastor of a DC church and this morning we witnessed some typical city sights -- one charming and the other disgusting. As we left her church to go for coffee, abandoned in the parking lot was a used condom -- yuck! At least, someone is using condoms -- DC has a high rate of HIV infections -- which reminds me of another city sight -- this one witnessed out the bus window: the public health awareness poster on a bus stop wall which read "Aids, DC's Katrina." Both of these served as a reminder that the hard edges of the city are found not only in the lines and angles of the buildings, but also in the societal challenges. To move on to the charming sight -- around the corner from the coffee shop there is a child care center and on this hot summer day, the staff had cordoned off a bit of the plaza and the tykes were out playing with water -- the pavement was wet, the children were dripping and the faces were smiling. Meanwhile, other little ones were being pushed in those 6-seater strollers and all six of the little cherubs were fast asleep -- heads lolling, limbs dangling and rubbery -- as precious as all get out. These little ones served as a reminder that joy, innocence and possibility are also part of the complex energy and ethos which is life in the city.