Let Lose The Interns of War

Today, I began CPE.

I had forgotten what it was like to ride the subway at rush hour and to walk in the humid summery air while wearing a collared shirt. Sometimes, riding on the subway can be literally the pits as my face is pretty much at arm-pit level. Today, it wasn’t so bad but watching the mass of humanity move through the tubes, into the open air, and down 70th street, reminded me of how many people are crammed onto the small little island of Manhattan. For a moment, I missed having a car. Instant air-conditioning is the best.

I was worried that I might have missed receiving a memo telling me where to report today. Besides a letter about the dress code and another letter telling me to get my immunizations in order, I felt a tad in the dark. I asked the security guard who looked at my photo id where the Pastoral Care Department was and she gave me the completely wrong directions. I ignored them and went to where I remembered it being. SUCCESS! I was at the right place and early! Yay me.

The interns slowly began to arrive. My group consists of six souls, two who are from Reform Judaism, two Episcopalians, and two Lutherans. We’re split evenly by sex and there is a nice balance of ages. Our supervisors arrived and we spent the first hour or so just introducing ourselves. Quite a bit of the time was spent trying to explain to each other what each religious traditions’ ordination track was. The language for Episcopalians is different from Lutherans and I know nothing about what a Cantor does in the Jewish tradition. We spoke about what we’re looking forward to, what we’re excited about, our fears, and our “growing edges.” I said that I was excited to see how I would react in this type of environment and also afraid that I’ll screw up my own self-care, causing myself to shut down while in front of patients or while back home with my wife and friends. This past year of going back and forth between Philadelphia was really the first instance where I actually started to grasp what self-care was and how bad I am at it. If anyone already knows exactly what I need to personally do to regulate myself, please share. The trial-and-error of my current system can get a tad annoying after awhile.

We finished the rest of the morning with a tour of the hospital, more Q&A, and then ate pizza for lunch. Our afternoon began with more tours of the hospital and the eleven buildings that make up the campus of New York – Cornell. We walked various wards, from Psychiatric and Burn to Child and Neonatal ICUs. The gaggle of interns (without their own security badges!) drew stares and some comments but not much else. The hospital was crowded and busy but not wild. I tried not to look into patient rooms while I walked by unless they were empty. I wasn’t told NOT to do that but, considering how open the rooms are (especially some of the ICU’s where the rooms have giant windows have replaced walls), I tried to avoid staring just to give these individuals some privacy. I’m sure where I end up being the chaplain at, I’ll have plenty of opportunity to walk into rooms on my own.

The orientation will continue tomorrow and, by Thursday, we’ll begin visiting patients. We’ll be assigned to a ward where we’ll spend most of our time this summer. Most of the “tougher” ones are already covered by various staff chaplains and residents but there are quite a few others open. I was asked which ward would I NOT want to do and I really couldn’t think of one. Earlier in the year, I thought maybe I would like to avoid anything dealing with children but now I’m open to being anywhere. All wards sound interesting, challenging, and exciting.

Most of the highlights today just had to deal with everyone getting to know each other. I think the group is a great and will be a lot of fun. Trying to explain the candidacy track to a Reform Jew isn’t easy but is fun. The other Lutheran in the group is an International student and told me that I was the first Lutheran minister in the United States they had met. We had a great chat about picking bishops and what Lutheranism looks like in the big ol’ U S of A. I learned a fun new analogy to use about what Doctors bring into the room (medicine) and what Chaplains bring (ourselves) to use when explaining what Pastoral Care is. I also loved learning, for the first time, about shabbat apartments and shabbat candles. I still don’t understand the procedure for them (yet) but I’m learning.

But one of the biggest things I learned was that only the Roman Catholic Church has the staffing to take care of people who request them specifically (the diocese pays for it and has a chapel nearby). For everyone else, no matter their religion or religious beliefs, I’m their Chaplain. In the ward, I’m not the Student Intern, I’m the Chaplain. When I’m On-Call, I’m the Chaplain. I can make referrals, farm things out, etc., but, for all intents and purposes, I am their spiritual resource in their time of need. I guess a big part of what I’ll be learning this summer is how to not let myself get in the way of being what those patients need.

This should be fun.

Endings, beginning, and lack-of-terrifyings

But so little time. I want to write about the end of my first year at field education, a sermon I gave last Thursday, and my weekend trip to Ocean City, NJ. But, alas, I start CPE tomorrow. The others posts will have to wait. I’m not as terrified about CPE as I sometimes think I should be but maybe I’m just very good at keeping myself busy since the end of my semester. If I promise you that I will write more tomorrow, hopefully that will convince myself to really do it. :p

My Entire Life is a Lie

Yesterday morning, I woke bright and early. After annoying my wife, harassing the cat, and getting growled at by the dog because I made her move from her spot on the bed, I prepped myself to visit the Health and Safety department of the hospital where I will be doing CPE at. I start on May 31st and I needed my paperwork verified and my skin was to be pricked a second time for another PPD test. I somehow made it to the right place at the right time (even though I did take the wrong elevator at one point). I was pleasantly surprised to see the waiting room for the doctors waiting to be checked out to be just as mundane as the waiting rooms for the rest of us. My name was called and the nurse brought me into one of the many medical rooms. She was very nice but noticed that my physical was missing some information. She asked my height, my weight, and whether I wore contacts. She then left the room briefly and returned with a little book. She needed to check whether I was color blind. I had no idea you could check that via a book.

She flipped open the book and asked me to mention what numbers I saw. The pages were covered in dots of various colors. The first three pages were fine – I saw the patterns of dots that made numbers easily. And then, on page four, the numbers vanished. All I saw were dots of different colors. I saw no numbers or any patterns that could resemble numbers. I saw nothing but chaos. My pulse went up a little. I squinted hoping I would see something. I thought about even making things up but that idea quickly passed. At the end, she closed the book and told me what K had suspected for years.

“Did you know that you’re color blind?”

I didn’t.

Now, I’ve never been red-green color blind. I can tell the difference between stop lights. But what colors were I messing up? What colors did I think we’re blue but were really green? What about Navy and Black? Or Purple and Blue? How long had my eyes been deceiving me? Who could I blame? WHERE HAD IT ALL GONE WRONG?

It’s a little strange to find out that I am color blind. I do not have a feeling of relief – as if I thought something was seriously up and that, now that I know the answer, my life was somehow better. Rather, I felt strange, curious, and full of questions. But I wasn’t going to get answers that day. At the end of the blood work, the PPD test, and everything else, the nurse then told me that I was going to undergo a drug test. This wasn’t the first and and I’m sure it won’t be the last but I still have not gotten use to handing a bottle of urine to a nurse. “Hi, we just met and you’re very nice, kind, and you’ve made this whole experience rather pleasant so, as a special thanks, here’s some urine in a cup.” It just seems strange though I know that it’s only strange from my perspective. The nurse does this all the time and she’s seen worse. I bet she has stories that would make me squirm. But still. It something I am not use to.

STICK A FORK IN ME

I AM DONE.

Actually, I was done last Thursday. I just needed a few days to convince my fingers to not be afraid of the keyboard. They had their work cut out for them this month.

My finals week at LTSP was fairly straight forward. I stayed in NYC an extra night (no Monday morning class) so I arrived Monday around noon. My workload for this final week was one take home final (3 short essays for Old Testament 2), one five page review of the book American Jesus (for Readings in Christology), one set of reading reflections on half a dozen books in the Old Testament, and a 3 hour final on Thursday for Lutheran Confessions. My Liturgy course and Pastoral Care finished before finals week even began. The book review went fine and the take home final went well even though I was little worried about it. Most of the final exam consisted of looking at the Wisdom literature in the OT and we never really covered, in class, how Wisdom was defined. Or maybe we did and I had zoned out in that lecture or I just failed to do the supplemental reading that week (it happens). Either way, my professor was very nice and made sure to grade the exam quickly and get it back to me before I left campus. I’m grateful for that.

My final for Lutheran Confessions went swimmingly except for a little incident where, right before the exam began, a student was escorted out of the classroom by security. I still have yet to figure out why that happened though I have my guesses (the student was either an auditor who wasn’t suppose to be taking the final or the student had discovered the secret Luther Rose signal that Gotham uses to summon the League of Lutheran Avengers) but that was a bit unnerving. None of us had a chance before hand to really break it down or decompress. The head of security had asked me if I knew the student earlier in the morning (I barely did) and I noticed, on my way to the classroom, the entire security squad was hanging around our classroom. The professor was obviously flustered, apologized to all of us for what happened, and then gave us the test. So we all plowed ahead. The exam consisted of two sections – the first section required us to identify 20 or so documents, terms, ideas, or reformers, and say a little about them. The other section was 3 essay questions out of the 10 that I had received before hand. I tabbed the crap out of my Book of Concord so I had all my quotes and ideas ready for the test. I focused each question on one of the legs of the three legged (with a four leg resting on top) stool: Justification by Grace through Faith, Law and Gospel, Theology of the Cross, and the Two Kingdoms. I barely discussed the two kingdoms in my essays so, right at the end, I wrote a quick paragraph on what it was about (I like to show that I paid attention to at least one lecture this year). Each question was “from the headlines” or were questions the professor received from former students dealing with situations that developed in their parishes or internships. I think I did okay but since I vacated the premise, I won’t know my final grade until June 15 (and there is a good chance my final exam will be lost into the Abyss of Exams that Time Forgot since I’m not there to pick it up). Thus, I have plenty of time to stew and think about how I could have done better. And it also doesn’t help that I threw in a few jokes on the objective part of the test for the TA to read (since he’s a buddy of mine) but I found out afterwards that the TA wasn’t aware that he was grading any parts of it. I hope the professor appreciated my use of emoticons.

I left LTSP campus later that Thursday. I spent two hours throwing things out, scrubbed the bathroom, borrowed a friend’s vacuum, and wondered how someone who never really lived on campus could have acquired so much junk. I said my goodbyes to a few folks on campus (folks that I am gonna miss terribly) and, as it began to rain, a friend kindly offered to drive me to the SEPTA train stop. And so I left – my first year at seminary finished. Goodbye Philadelphia, hello ten days till CPE.

Electronic Luther

For my birthday, my wife surprised me with a Kindle. I haven’t had a chance to play with it too much (darn finals!) but I’ve spent the morning trying to find cheap theological texts online. The Amazon Kindle store has quite a few old translations of Luther for free. Even if you don’t have a Kindle, you can download the Kindle App for your PC (or Mac) and read it on your machine. If anyone has any suggestions of books I should get, please let me know.

Liturgy Retreat in Trappe

Cue trapped in Trappe jokes.

For my Introduction to Liturgy course, our final examine consisted of a retreat. On a Saturday, those who were able gathered at Augustus Lutheran Church in Trappe, PA. There, in the historic Lutheran church building built in 1743, we performed the three days of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Vigil. All three, in a row, and on one day.

Twilight

Okay, we didn’t do all there services exactly in a row. The class didn’t plow from one bulletin to the next. We had breaks. We ate lunch and dinner together. There were moments of downtime between the services. Dr. Lathrop wished for the entire day to be a retreat from the stress induced final moments of the spring semester. The idea was to do the three days on an Easter Saturday with every student having some part to play in the event.

We arrived at Augustus Lutheran Church a little after 11 o’clock. On the way through town, pass the odd UCC church sign, I kept making comments about Henry Melchior Muhlenberg and his being a patron of local fast food restaurants (specifically Dairy Queen). It only seemed right that since Muhlenberg’s house had a historical marker dedicated to it, his favorite ice cream dessert should too. The entire class gathered in one of the community halls attached to the newer church building. A lunch was prepared for a small army. I believe there is still salad from that day sitting in the communal fridge on the 3rd floor of LTSP’s dorm.

Prepping for Maundy Thursday
Prepping for Maundy Thursday

After feeding myself to the point of bursting, I wandered with several other students into the Old Church. Built in 1743 and with its only electricity being fed into it via huge extension chords, I watched as Dr. Lathrop, Dr. Krentz, and my classmates began to run through how the Maundy Thursday service would work. From the monster pulpit, the tiny box pews (that were too small for even me), and the bleacher balcony, it was a beautiful building to shoot.

Balcony

Prepping for Maundy Thursday

Casey and Dr. Lathrop

It also helped that there was a lovely graveyard outside.

Outside

The graveyard had it all – the graves of the first European settlers in Trappe, a gravestone from 1736, the tomb of 15 unknown Continental soldiers, and ridiculously gaudy tombstones. It was a dream. Peaceful, buggy, yet serene. It makes sense why graveyards were the first city parks.

The Maundy Thursday service went very well. We sung our hymns, had our feet washed, washed our neighbors feet, and celebrated the Eucharist. It didn’t dawn on me at the time but I actually had my feet washed by an actual diaconal candidate (that doesn’t happen every day). Dr. Lathrop preached. A good time was had by all.

With that service ended, we had a few moments before our next service. I once again headed into the graveyard where I visited the man himself, Henry Melchoir Muhlenberg.

Henry Melchior Muhlenberg
Gravestone in Latin? Wife barely a footnote? Ballsy.

Quite a bit of Muhlenberg’s family is buried in the church. His son the Major General is there as well as his daughter who married a future General. There is a smattering of American Revolutionary war accolades throughout the cemetery. I was bummed to see no mention of Henry’s favorite Dairy Queen.

With the graves visited, I then strolled deeper into the graveyard with my ELW. Then, while out of earshot, I began practicing Psalm 22. I am not a singer and singing in public makes me nervous. But there, amongst the graves, I belted it out. I will admit that, at some points, I was hoping that I was not accidentally chanting an incantation that would raise everyone from the dead. I’ve seen movies and TV shows that started that way. It would have made the retreat quite a different kind of event.

The Good Friday service began promptly at 3 pm. I took my seat in the very first box pew. The readings were read. I chanted and the assembly chanted responsively. A friend of mine presided. Dr. Lathrop preached. But rather than preach from the floor (like at the Maundy Thursday service), he wandered up to the pulpit; the pulpit marked restricted area. Dr. Lathrop’s view looked something like this:

Looking from the pulpit

As you can see, those individuals sitting in the very first pew, were going to develop neck strain if they tried to look up during the sermon. And we did. My neck hurts just thinking about it.

3 young men sung the passion. The cross was carried in and laid on the altar. The service ended with everyone leaving in silence. Everyone was very moved by it.

A storm moved into the area and rained while we were having dinner. Luckily, it blew out before the start of the Easter Vigil. I, again, overate at dinner and I had to be rolled down to where we all gathered to light a bonfire. Earlier in the day, a car accident right in front of the church had damaged a transformer and caused power outages in the neighborhood. Firemen and police officers were around all day. One wandered onto the church campus and one of our students asked if he was there because we were going to light a fire in the graveyard. This was the first he heard about it and he had a few questions. But everything was fine and we all gathered and waited for Dr. Lathrop, Dr. Krentz, Laura, and Jay to process from the church to where we had gathered.

Walking towards Easter Vigil Fire

With the fire lit, we moved into the boy scout room of the community center at the church. There, all 14 readings were done (and their responses). I never before had participated in an Easter Vigil where all the readings were done and I must say that I quite enjoyed it. The lectors were great and the prayers/song responses were perfect. They were not too short nor were they too long. They added distance between readings but were not boring. During some of the readings, laughter was shared. The group got into it. It probably helps that we’re all mostly pastors-to-be but I think we all had a good time. And, through it all, everything was in candle light. In the words of Dr. Lathrop, it was gorgeous.

With the readings done, we returned through the darkness to the old church building. Covering our candle sticks, we did our best to keep them lit during the thanksgiving for baptism. In the church, the sermon was preached and eucharist was shared. With that, the evening was done and we all piled into our respective vehicles and returned to where we had come.

Chestnut Hill Baptist Church

Chestnut Hill Baptist Church

My wife’s grandfather’s sister was married here in 1957. She married the pastor’s brother who was attending Eastern Baptist Seminary at the time.

Throw a rock and you’ll hit a clergy person, or a saint, in my created family it seems. I have yet to discover any recent clergy person’s in my family of origin but I finally learned the name of the saint in my bloodline. His name is Saint Camillus de Lellis and he is one of the patron saints to nurses. The most common response I hear when I share this guy with folks is that they notice that he was 6’6″. They then notice me. They ask: “What happened?”