Bishop Hirschfeld's Address to the 218th Annual Convention

Delivered via Zoom from All Angel’s Chapel, Diocesan House - November 14, 2020

Behold, I am doing a new thing,

            do you not perceive it?

I will make a way in the wilderness

            and rivers in the desert.  Isaiah 43:19

Usually we see our Annual Convention as a time to tout accomplishments and share our goals for the year ahead. In these addresses, I’ve striven to provide encouragement, a spiritual boost, and clarity of vision that sets a direction for the time ahead. This year is both no different and completely different. 

 We find ourselves in 2020 in a strange and painful place. Who would have thought after the celebration we shared with the North Country just 12 months ago, we would be here? Gathered by a technology — Zoom — that hardly any of us had even heard of a year ago because of a deadly pandemic — no, a second wave of a pandemic that has infected 12,000 persons and has claimed 500 lives in New Hampshire. We have been pressed to take hard measures, out of loving concern for our neighbors and ourselves, to maintain physical distance and to deprive ourselves of one of our primary outward and visible signs of Christ’s living presence among us: the Holy Eucharist.

 I speak to you from an empty altar in the tiny chapel of All Angels’ at Diocesan House in Concord. The emptiness mirrors an empty space in my heart and a hollowness that we all share.

 This is grief, and even in a Convention Address that usually rallies and rouses, we have to face the realities right before us. The Hollowness in our hearts can be hallowed, made holy, when we remember that Jesus rising from the dead was first made known to his disciples at an Empty Tomb by the women who came to grieve. So, I ask us to devote some time, even this morning, to our grief and our lament. We grieve for what we enjoyed and even took for granted — I know I did. I never imagined that there would be a day, a month, a year when I wouldn’t be able to share the meal of the Resurrection in person, around the table that, as the 23rd Psalm tell us, God sets in the wilderness, even in the wilderness of the valley of the shadow of death. Christians, standing on the solid truth of the Risen Jesus, need not fear facing the shadows of life, knowing that light rises and that God’s love and presence is sustaining and stronger than death. But in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection, we are called together to walk through this valley of the shadow of death together this year. We do this in faith.

 Let me start by naming some dear friends of this diocese who died since our last meeting. As I mention these few names, I invite you to type in names of those who have died in the past year into the chat function, so that I may give voice to our prayers for them as well.

 Our dear sister in Christ, Judith Esmay, Vestry member of St. Thomas, Hanover,  Canon for Lay Leadership, ardent knitter and weaver of prayer shawls, signs of welcome and protest hats, steward of all things canonical and constitutional, spiritual director to many whose lives have been enriched by her wisdom and council, President of the Standing Committee, universally respected and often-time deputy to this and our General Conventions, above all friend in Christ.

 The Rev. John Adams of All Saints’, Peterborough. Companion to Christine Howe, interim pastor at Union, Claremont. As a young curate, John brought me communion when I was in traction for a broken neck as a 13 year-old boy. When I recovered, I served as his acolyte. I continued to be an acolyte (a follower) of John even as I was his bishop.

 The Rev. Lew Stone, long-time rector of All Saints’, Peterborough. Devoted spouse to Eve Stone. A priest who, in my mind at least, was as close to the soul of a country rector with the heart of a poet and pastor. Lew was so easily touched to tears by both our sorrows and our joys. Lew made up part of the soul of the Church of New Hampshire.

 Susan Sielke, a steady and joyful soul and lay leader from St. James’, Keene. Spouse to Eleanor Vander Hagen, observant to the movement of the spirit in the Church and individuals. Susan was my shepherd, and a good shepherd she was, when I was called to join this Diocese. She was such friend and pastor to many.

 I would like to invite the names of others who have died and I will give voice to them in this moment:

             (Pausing for submissions and reading of names)

 Rest eternal grant unto them, O Christ, and may they rise in glory everlasting with all your saints.

 Mourning and lament are Christian meet and right responses when we experience death, violence, trauma. Have we grieved? Have you experienced some of those off-cited stages of grief? Let me remind you of them:

 Denial: (This can’t be really happening? They are making too much of this? These results aren’t to be trusted. Let’s keep going as though nothing is happening then maybe it will just go away.)

 Anger: (How dare you? What are you afraid of? Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!)

 Bargaining: (I know we can’t do this, but what about this instead? I know everyone else can’t, but maybe you can make an exception for us?)

 Depression or Despair: (What’s the point? I give up. It’s hopeless. I’m done. Nothing good will come of my efforts, so why even try?)

 Acceptance: (Since it’s not going away soon, there no use fighting it. I might as well get on. We’ll go on.)

 A Sixth Stage has been suggested: Finding meaning and purpose. What is this situation teaching us? What new thing is emerging? Do we see a path, or paths, opening up, even as the smooth pavement ends. Where might these trails, faint as they are, be leading to?

 I firmly believe God desires more for us than mere acceptance as the final response to the trauma, dislocation, disillusionment, fear and anxiety that beset God’s people in past ages.

 God wants more for us than mere stoic resignation, firm upper lip, resolute leaning into our suffering merely for the sake of leading into hardship. That is the New England, one might say granite-like posture, to take. And I know we value that here in the Granite State. The alma mater of one of our colleges extols how deeply set is “the Granite of New Hampshire in our muscles and in our brains.” That may be a hymn for a college, but it’s not a hymn for Christ’s Church, the Body of Christ, which, after all, has a heart of flesh and blood.

 When I search for meaning and purpose, I look to scripture. This year, I hear the prophet Isaiah who lived in times that bear some comparison with our own… actually much worse. Isaiah lived through the incomprehensibly traumatic experience of God’s people seeing the collapse of its government, the invasion of an occupying Assyrian empire, and the forced re-location of Judah to Babylon where it was urged to worship gods and kings that were not its own. God’s people have always been led through the wildernesses of denial, rage, bargaining, the despair, then the reluctant acceptance. Just read the Books of First and Second Kings alongside the Prophets Isaiah and Jeremiah, or the Psalms, and you’ll see all those stages of grief laid out so clearly.

 Isaiah is led by God to find a new meaning and purpose, a way of seeing what’s happened with the eyes of hope, tenderness, even joy. Judah had been cut off from its past traditions, its most cherished routines and patterns, its deepest sense of itself. Then see, a sprout of new life, something new, fresh, something in spite of everything.

            A shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse,
                         and a branch shall grow out of his roots. Isaiah 11:1

and later:

            Behold, I am doing a new thing,

                        do you not perceive it?

            I will make a way in the wilderness

                        and rivers in the desert.  Isaiah 43:19

Picture of Stump

So let in the spirit of facing reality, honest and courageous lament, let us bear witness to the stumps — the deep wounds — of our communities.

We are now cut off from the illusion that our nation is united, of one spirit. We have Democrats and Republicans as neighbors, and the toxicity of our national discourse is insinuating itself into our sanctuaries and threatens to harm the Body of Christ.

We are now cut off from the idea that we have already built the City on a Hill that is the flawless and immaculate moral beacon for ourselves and all nations,

We are cut off from the illusion that the social flourishing of our nation is universally fair and impartial: from the delivery of health care, to policing, to housing availability, to the quality of our schools, to unjust wages, to uneven vulnerability to the dire risks of environmental degradation and climate change.

We are cut off from the notion that we in the church are indeed welcoming to “those people” (a phrase we still say and hear as people of good will but referring to black and brown skinned persons) — and yet we remain confused as to why “those people” feel nervous about coming through the doors of our communities, our economy, our churches. Life in the Body of Christ sees “those people” as us.

Out of this stump, God says, I am going to try again, and behold, tender seedlings will spring forth and sprout. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, I will make it grow. But I need you to care for it, tend it, make sacrifices for it. “Behold I am about to do a new thing. Do you not perceive it?”

To which we first may answer God, “Well. Actually. No. I don’t see it. Show me.”

Exile makes people see things with new eyes. We might see things that we would not have noticed before. We come to appreciate afresh what we missed. Perhaps God sends God’s people into Exile in order to show them who they really are. Perhaps people leave their homes on pilgrimages because even being home they are homesick.

Earlier this fall, I asked for a survey from you to reveal what Communion means for you, now that we cannot receive it. Here is one way we found to display the results of that survey.

 IMAGE OF WORD CLOUD

 You’ll see the most frequently used word that came back was this: LOVE.

 I wonder if you can see this image not merely as a display of what we desire most, love, God’s love. But it is also WHO WE ARE. A tree. A Vine. It’s going through a period of pruning — the word in John’s gospel for the pruning is cleansing.

 But the life of this vine has not been extinguished. The life of God with us is still, well, life-ing.

Some of us were shocked and almost had our breath knocked out of us when we saw the attendance statistics for New Hampshire published and we saw a deep decline in our Average Sunday Attendance in 2019. Turns out, the data was inaccurate and incomplete. After a closer look at the data, we saw that our weekly attendance actually rose by 3 people last year! Talk about growth that happens cell by cell! 

Who are those three people? Can we buy them a cup of coffee? Maybe some new snow tires? God did something with three… the three angels who visited a decrepit and past hope of childbearing Sarah and Abraham. Three. What if the three who showed up for worship, increasing our weekly attendance, represent the metric of Amazing Weekly Encounter (AWE) as signs of a tender, tiny shoot of renewal. What if we focused our attention on those small signs of encounters rather than so much for which we have such marginal influence, at best. Every moment you have with a neighbor or a person with whom you have some different outlook, every cup of coffee (even over zoom) that builds a community, that re-stitches our torn social fabric, every one of these has spiritually cosmic impact. In the coming months I hope we can re-start in earnest having conversations across political and other divisions, even within our churches, so that the Episcopal Church of New Hampshire can be seen as a place of deep trust, honesty, and where healing takes place for the life of the world.

When Jesus sends out the disciples two-by-two, the Bible stories tell us, I’m convinced it’s as much for the powerfully sanctifying effect on those two disciples as it is to anyone they meet on the way. Maybe more. 

Other shoots from the stumps: The efforts of Renewal Works, of the School for Ministry, for a new mission in the town in Franklin, the new creation of a church in the Pemigewasset-Baker Valley in Ashland, Plymouth, and Holderness, a renewal of the Episcopal Identity at White Mountain and Holderness Schools (even new attention to restore and refresh the spiritual underpinnings of St. Paul’s School), our calming, contemplative spiritually-grounding presence on social media by our priests and lay leaders: listen to the Red Church Door Podcast produced by Colin Chapman and Dave Deziel or see Linnae Peterson’s educational contributions on Facebook, Aaron Jenkyn’s Messy Church in Newport, not to mention the astonishing revival of the Daily Office services by the laity in several of our congregations. Nightly Compline is offered by deacons Derek Scalia and Maryann Davis… (By the way, the School for Ministry Dean Kelly Sundberg Seaman and I are eager to train others to further that revival of the Daily Office). There are some shoots coming out of the painful clearcutting of the past year.

 PHOTO OF STUMP WITH EVERGREEN SHOOT
FOLLOWED BY PHOTO OF STUMP WITH SEVERAL SHOOTS

The conversations, long overdue and put off, about inequities that are driven, whether deliberately or unconsciously, by racial, class, and/or gender prejudices are evidence of the insistent sprouting of God’s kingdom pushing up through the wounds in our society. It does no good to deny these wounds, long festering and slow to repair and mend. The call to justice, as our Presiding Bishop Michael Curry said recently to the House of Bishops, is not an end in itself, but a call to love, as God loves. Justice is what love looks like in public. Our second resolution this morning, encouraging us all to have conversations that lead to the repairing of society, if we are faithful to the spirit in which it is proposed, will foster the tender and fragile beloved community that God urgently seeks to plant and see flourish among us, for the life of the world. 

I anticipate we will be hosting conversations that cut across the political divide in our congregations in the coming year.  A movement called Braver Angels: With Malice Towards None, equips people of divergent perspectives to find common ground, with the goal of repairing what has been torn, even cell by cell. I know that Kate Siberine, Joe Rose, and others have already laid the groundwork for the movement of such healing.

And speaking of a new shoot from a stump.  Here’s a photo worth sharing: 

PHOTO OF METAL SIGN IN FRONT OF FRANKLIN MISSION

We don’t perceive all that God is doing, but there is clearly something new happening, even as we come to settle into this time of extended Exile.

To conclude: we are on the cusp of Advent in our calendar. Many congregations sing portions of O, Come, O, Come Emmanuel every week in Advent. All Saints’, Peterborough will offer an Advent Service of Lessons and Carols in the afternoon of the First Sunday of Advent featuring the verses of an ancient chant called the O Antiphons. They are familiar:

O come, O come Emmanuel

O come thou Wisdom from on high

O come thou Dayspring from on high

O come thou Branch of Jesse’s tree

And this verse: O come Desire of nations bind in one the hearts of all humankind;
bid thou our sad divisions cease, and be thyself the King of Peace.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, Israel!

These “O Antiphons” are all about where we are now. In Exile, homesick for our church fellowship in person, longing for a day when we are seen and honored, forgiven, healed, renewed by our weekly coming together, so eagerly hoping to see our nation healed from this long and intense period of bitter division, even hatred. We don’t know when we will return. In fact, it’s more and more clear that when we do return it won’t be the to the same experience of Church as we had a year ago. God loves us too much to want that for us. God wants to give us something even more beautiful, more wonderful, than our imaginations previously allowed for us. 

PHOTO OF CHRISTMAS CACTUS

And so for now we are left with this word, a word that sums up this whole address, the word that precedes to many of the most powerful psalms, the word that so often is the only one that comes out of our longing, seeking, yearning hearts to know God with us more deeply and to see God more clearly in our blindnesses. This is the word: O… O.

O Come, O come, God-with-us. Show us the new thing you are doing among us. Show the rose blooming in the desert. And then may the O Antiphons of our yearning be turned into the Alleluia of new Life, the new life that keeps life-ing among us. Amen.

Veterans' Day Statement - November 11, 2020

Recently, Polly and I joined the many in our country who have immediate family members in the military. Our oldest son is now a Captain in the U.S. Army, serving as a doctor at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland.. … HERE

Bishop Rob's Covid-19 Statement: November 11 2020

Dear friends,

Grace and Peace be with you in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,

I want to speak about the re-emergence of the COVID 19 virus in our state. There are new facts and trends of the coronavirus that now confront us. And there is troubling news in the short-term, even if we have been given real hope of an effective vaccine on its way in the coming months.

Over the past two weeks, we have seen a dramatic increase in the numbers of infections among us. Though we had certainly hoped to avoid a second wave this fall, its clear that our country has not yet succeeded in stopping the rate of infections or effectively slowing the way one person can infect even several others. This virus has never fully left us, but it is again knocking at our doors with a new ferocity.

New England case rates have remained lower overall than other parts of the country, but all of our numbers in New England are rising and rising quickly, indicating a potentially exponential spread of the virus in the coming weeks. The chief means by which this virus is skyrocketing is by small group gatherings, including religious and sporting events.

The Diocesan Short Term COVID response team is closely monitoring the spread of the virus county by county in New Hampshire through the COVID Act Now website. They are working on a Frequently Asked Questions guide that will answer questions that have been arising such as; What creative worship alternatives are our churches in this diocese offering?

Now, in New Hampshire, our church has relied on the wise, prudent, compassionate caution that each of our congregations has demonstrated to prevent us being a means of infection. We have sought to be the means of God’s grace and health and not sickness.

I want to express how deeply and utterly thankful I am for the leadership of our clergy and lay leaders who have been straining to do just that, to be means of health, hope, God’s presence, even as we are called into this period of exile. Words cannot convey the depth of gratitude and admiration that your care and collegiality mean to me. It is truly astounding, inspiring and I believe, inspired of God.

Now our approach thus far has been one of what we call "Guided Autonomy." And that principle remains. We need to trust each other to do the right things in the coming months. Medical professionals and scientists expect this to be hard winter, and it is with both sadness and grief and resolve that we will meet the journey ahead. Each of our congregations still has autonomy, but I want to stress, emphasize, counsel us all to slow down our plans to have indoor worship together for the time being. Please. God loves you, God loves your neighbor, and God loves our church too much for us to risk our lives by this virus.

I believe God, and I know your bishop, simply love you too much to ask you to go back to our sanctuaries when they are not sanctuaries from this potentially fatal disease.

Having said that, God does not want you to be comfortless. Nor do I. And so I would like to make a more hopeful announcement.

Before the First Sunday of Advent, on November 29th, we will make available to our church in New Hampshire a service where we can share a sacred meal of bread and wine together via zoom or other means of broadcasting. Known as an Agape or Love Feast, our ancestors in the faith, both Jews and early Christians, celebrated and called forth God’s love and redeeming Presence by sharing a meal where ever they found themselves, whether it was wandering in the desert, or in a prolonged period of exile, or after the destruction of a Temple or sanctuary, in times of disease and distress.

I am not going to say what this meal that we will share together beginning in Advent means or does not mean for us, except to say that it is what God makes available to us now. I hope it will offer us, each of us and our communities, the comfort, the assurance, the blessing, the means of reconciliation, and spiritual endurance and nourishment that our community so needs for the extended road ahead.

I will offer the prayers on the First Sunday of Advent on what is coming to be our Virtual Cathedral on Zoom and YouTube Live. The Liturgy Committee is working hard to prepare an instructional video and a brochure so that you can, at last, “Try this at home!”

Just as many of our Jewish friends worship at home every Friday evening with a Shabbat meal, which is a recitation of the Passover Meal, the simple meal of bread and wine that we envision will be a new source of resilience for our local parishes and diocese for the time ahead.

May our prayers, our actions and our commitment to God and each other in Christ continue to support and even enliven and deepen our faith. May our Lord Jesus Christ come among us in a new and needed way this Advent and Christmas.

We live in God’s re-creative power and presence,
We live in truth that the rising of Jesus Christ from the dead assures us that we have not even death to fear,
We live in the power of the Holy Spirit which sends us new creative blessings every hour and every day.

May God bless you with joy, hope and love, today and always.

WATCH BISHOP ROB’S VIDEO HERE

A Prayer from Bishop Rob - How Little I Have Known You

A Prayer From Bishop Rob: How Little I Have Known You

A Prayer From Bishop Rob: How Little I Have Known You

O Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee, I’m just beginning to see how little I have known you.

You didn’t talk like me, in the accent of a New England prep school or the Ivy League, or with the elegant linguistic economy of the Elizabethan Book of Common Prayer — a book you never held in your calloused hands.

The other day, O Jesus, I heard a black man speak. His brother was murdered when a white officer of the law knelt on his neck, suffocating him.

The brother spoke within marbled halls, in an expensively paneled room on Capitol Hill. And he used language — nothing profane and nothing obscene — but language which didn’t sound at all like the way I talk.

And this is a sample of how I was taught to talk about you, O Jesus of Nazareth,

Just as the postmodern sublime is figured through both the fragmentation of form and a (pseudo) regathering sublime is figured through pastiche or bricolage, so too the Christian sublime involves both the shattering the Christ-form upon the cross, and a regathering of that form through the resurrection, a regathering that has an intrinsic element the regathering of the scattered disciples into an ecclesia...

O Jesus of Nazareth, what does that even mean? Would you even recognize that we were talking about YOU in all that code? More likely, we were just talking about ourselves—to people like ourselves.

The language of George Floyd’s brother contained verbs that didn’t always agree in the number of their subjects. Sometimes he said, “I’m axing you...” instead of how I learned to make a request.

And, like John the Baptist, he took an ax to the root of my supremacy. He spoke Truth. More truth, because it came from your own broken heart, O Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee.

I heard him more than I’ve heard anyone witness in those stately leather-chaired rooms before. Rooms where Laws are made. It was the language you more likely spoke than how I speak. Forgive me, O Jesus of Nazareth, I have dismissed your syntax all these long, empty white-washed years.

O Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee, When you were lynched on that hill by the garbage heaps of Jerusalem, by officers of the Law, you cried, “Into your hands I commend my Spirit.”

The Book of Common Prayer took those words and bleached them into such bloodless concepts: oblation, satisfaction, atonement. But what you were saying then and what you’re saying to me now, right now, from the lynching cross, is “I can’t breathe.”

Jesus, I don’t know Black. In college here in New Hampshire, Black writing, Native American writing, Asian American writing, Gay and Lesbian writing were all electives, not serious, believed to come from a lesser muse and inferior talent. If you need a “gut,” take those, I heard, and for heaven’s sake don’t take them seriously. So, I avoided those classes. Gutless.

O Jesus, I could have met you in the strains of Coltrane’s Love Supreme, or Ellison’s Invisible Man, or Morrison’s Song of Solomon, or in Baldwin, or Erdrich, or Angelou, or Hughes, or the songs of Marvin. But in that old oak empaneled English Department, with its afternoon teas and white-buck shoed croquet on the manicured lawn below Baker Tower, —the Tower with the caricatured Indian and the peace-pipe weathervane on top - we all found ways to dismiss your revealed Truth, Truth we substituted for playful and clever theories about semiotics and metaphorical structure. Nothing that would disrupt how to love and move in this world of unlikeness.

O Jesus of Nazareth, they shot you right out of their Western Canon. With the sublime chords of Handel in the background you were, Despised. Rejected over sherry in crystal stemware.

O Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee. They made fun of the way you talked, of who you hung out with, (or should I say whom?). And when you got too uppity, they hung you, from splintered timber, nothing like the clean silver and brass cross I wear while sitting at my desk, air-conditioned.

O Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee. You didn’t look or talk or dress like me. To be honest, Jesus, your friends usually make me nervous. To be honest, O Jesus, more and more you make me nervous. But I trust you.

How long and how many times do I need to remember that I don’t really know many people who look more like you, O Jesus, than who look like me? And so, my dear Lord, the truth is I have not really known you as much as I’ve thought or as much as I’ve claimed.

And I’m not alone. Help us. O Lord Jesus of Nazareth in Galilee. Help us. Amen.

A New Book by Bishop Rob: "With Sighs Too Deep For Words: Grace and Depression.

Bishop Rob has just published a new meditation and prayer companion for those who struggle with depression, With Sighs Too Deep For Words. 

The stigma around mental illness in our culture has had a damaging effect on those who suffer from its grip. As a priest and bishop, Bishop Rob has quietly been in treatment for depression for decades. In his book, he now shares his own experience publicly. The Bishop offers short meditations, prayers, and suggestions about how one can follow and call upon Jesus for strength and peace during times of emotional upheaval. For more,

“My depression continues to teach me about God’s love and grace,” said Bishop Rob. “I wrote in the hope that my experience might resonate with others who bear similar pain and struggle. My intent is to offer some hope to those who experience depression, especially those who have swallowed the dangerous myth that mental illness is somehow a moral flaw, or a sign of God’s judgment, a myth that is tempting to believe—or at least it has been for me.”

The Bishop’s book, with its prayers and practical suggestions for spiritual and creative practices and resilience, can be a companion for those who suffer so that they may know more deeply the resilient love of Jesus.

With Sighs Too Deep For Words is available at local independent NH booksellers including Gibson’s in Concord, the Bookery in Manchester, and Toadstools in Keene, Nashua, and Peterborough, as well as Church Publishing (www.churchpublishing.org/withsighstoodeepforwords), Barnes & Noble, and Amazon.

Following the Good Shepherd Version 3.0

As the state of New Hampshire announces its “Safer at Home Advisory” and continues on the path of re-opening for business, employment, and services, Bishop Rob shares this “3.0” document to provide continued guidance regarding how we may go about regathering in our churches.

Read more…

Province 1 Bishops' Response to President Trump's Actions at St. John's Church in Washington, DC

New England Episcopal bishops respond with one voice to President’s “cynical” photo-op by calling out “the abomination of continued oppression of and violence against people of color in this nation”

What President Trump did in front of St. John’s Episcopal Church, Lafayette Square on the evening of June 1 was disgraceful and morally repugnant.  Displaying a Bible from which he did not quote, using as a mere backdrop an Episcopal church where he did not pray, and – more callously – ordering law enforcement to clear, with force and tear gas, a path through demonstrators who had gathered in peace, President Trump distorted for his own purposes the cherished symbols of our faith to condone and stoke yet more violence.

To read more, Click HERE

Bishop Hirschfeld's Pentecost Sermon

Each year on this day we celebrate the birthday of the church. Normally it is a day of joy and exuberance as we open ourselves to the possibility for God’s renewal, for a fresh inhale of God’s life-giving, light bearing Spirit.  The Holy Spirit, the breath of God, that brooded over the chaos before the creation, that shapes a random mess of particles into atoms and mass, and life, and meaning and purpose.  The Holy Spirit that invades all boundaries and isolated individual interests to form communities of love and concern and compassion.  For more, click HERE

Say Their Names

As bishop, I invite the membership of our parishes to listen to this list of these individuals, each created in the beautiful and strong image of God.  I don’t care if you learn about the Parthians, the Medes, the Elamites, the Phrygians and all the rest this year.  I urge you to listen to these names  As you hear or read these names, please invite the Holy Spirit to choose a name for you to come alongside in the coming weeks of what may be a long summer.  Say the name in your daily prayers.  Learn who that person was. Learn when and where they were born.  To read more, click HERE

Bishop Rob's Letter Regarding Stay at Home 2.0: Places of Worship

May 30, 2020

On Friday May 29, Governor Chris Sununu shared a document, Stay at Home 2.0: Places of Worship, that ostensibly allows houses of worship to begin re-admitting worshippers to their sacred spaces for religious services only. I am grateful that the Governor takes seriously the particular complexities of risk and demand that we all face as we contemplate gathering again for religious services. The Governor’s order is informed by the advice of health professionals, immunologists, as well as members of various religious communities in New Hampshire. To read more, Click HERE.