Fair-weather Christians

In the summer of 1994, the Rev. Debbie Little began meeting with homeless people on the streets of Boston, and soon garnered a dear fellowship of friends, both housed and un-housed. Reverend Little began simply by handing out sandwiches and building friendships with some homeless folks in Boston. As her friendships grew, so too did their desire to worship together. And now, about 17 years since Reverend Little began handing out food and drink to her friends, a lively congregation meets in Boston Common every Sunday to eat together, physically and spiritually.

So that’s the quick and dirty story of Ecclesia Ministries’ Common Cathedral, an outdoor Church that worships together every single Sunday, through rain, sleet, and snow. But not Katie and me…

We ventured to Boston Common on Sunday; but what started out in the morning as a light drizzle quickly turned into a strong downpour. Nothing serious, mind you (not a storm, and nothing at all to be scared about), but enough to keep us adequately wet even before we located the worshipping Church (see picture below). So, as the rain continued to come down, Katie and I ducked into a California Pizza Kitchen – for rest and nourishment ;)

I’m amazed when I think of Common Cathedral. The service is not something done to or for the homeless, but a worship service attended with them. Housed and un-housed Christians come together to share food, study Scripture, take part in the Eucharist, and to form deep relationships with one another. Many such folks don’t have the option to find hospitable shelter on rainy days such as Sunday, and some simply choose against it. And some congregations spend far too much money luxuriating their sanctuaries and adorning their walls. Common Cathedral is an organic illustration that the Church – the ekklesia, the “assembled ones” – does not need much to be. We are witnesses, not buildings.

Katie and I didn’t make it to Common Cathedral this Sunday, but we dearly hope to attend in the future!




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America’s Oldest Subway

The rickety and obnoxiously large moving-truck sat in the Penske parking lot as Katie and I walked away. “It’s just a truck,” I thought to myself. But really it wasn’t “just” any truck because it was our last truck – in fact, it was the last personal vehicle that Katie and I will have for some time now. That truck was the last thread tying us to our former lives of blissful, satisfying personal transportation (though, I’m really trying to find a nice, cheap scooter, because that would just be AWESOME! *side note: Larry Crowne was a fantastic movie!)

The backstory is, Katie and I sold both our vehicles in order to fund our move to Boston – a decision we made, knowing Boston’s extensive public transportation system. So instead of the Kia, I’ll be taking America’s oldest subway, the Green-line of the T Subway System, to-and-from BU’s campus everyday. To be more specific, the Tremont Street Subway is the oldest subway tunnel in North America (as confirmed on Wikipedia).

This will be one of the largest adjustments to our lifestyle, but Katie and I are excited for it. I’ve always used my time in the car for deep-thinking or for practicing my vocal range – a perfect place where no one can hear me, only, passersby wonder who and what I’m shouting at. Surely, my singing career will suffer. But for the most part, this will be a positive change. However, this is not the first, nor is it the last, dramatic change in our lives. There is at least one more huge lifestyle change coming into our lives shortly (and no, as much as that makes it sound like we’re pregnant, let me assure you: we’re not). No, what I’m hinting at is that Katie and I will be living with four other masters students beginning September 1st, an intentional community. But more on that in the weeks to come…