God and the Ocean

At the invitation of a wonderful parishioner of Grace Church, I spent the day today meeting the reality and the people of the Seamen’s Church Institute in Newark, New Jersey.  The Institute was founded by the Episcopal Church to respond to the pastoral and human needs of sailors coming into port at various places around the nation.  This work of faith and hope and love has been continuous now for 176 years.  One hundred and seventy-six years.

Seamen's Church Institute, Newark, New Jersey

Today I met the able administrator and three priests, some of the good folks who make the SCI tick.  And there are more: such as the 4500 hidden knitters who are – somewhere! – hand knitting the hats and scarves and sweater vests that are only part of the Christmas at Sea gift packages being distributed in these days before Christmas to the ships of every size from many lands in port in Newark.

Newly refurbished SCI Center

Two of the priests are women, one a man, all faithful servants of the One whose birth we are about to recall with love and celebrate with joy.  Today I followed one of the priests, Megan.  I don’t think I was any real help (!), but I was heartened and fascinated with what I experienced.

We visited three ships today.  One was a small container vessel flying the Turkish flag. The other two were huge ships that carry automobiles across the waves to this country.  The ships were a revelation: their sheer size, complexity, and audacity.  But what hit me more was the human equation.  Walk up these huge gangplanks and you find there human persons.  You find men and women from the Phillipines, India, Japan, and many other nations.  You find senior officers who have been on the high seas for 34 and 37 years, men who have rarely spent a Christmas at home with wife and children in all that time, men whose eyes moisten as they recall that fact, men who look forward now to retirement, to spending time close to the people for whom they have sacrificed so much for so long.  You find 20 year old cadets with baby-faces who are away for the first time – and worlds away – from their mothers and girlfriends; cadets so fresh-faced that you feel like you should bring them home to protect them from the world.  Meanwhile they have seen more of the world head-on already than most of us ever will.

Some of them are Christian.  Some are not.  All of them today received gifts given in the name of Jesus Christ, given with respect, given with understanding, with love, with the promise of prayers and with a warm smile, embrace, and wave goodbye until next time they are in port.  All, in this case, courtesy of Megan and her co-workers.

Tugboat assisting a car carrier

Tonight I am in awe of what these men and women seafarers do on the high seas.  Most of those I met in port this afternoon are off the coast tonight, in the cold wind on the colder waters on the way to their next port of call.  I am in awe as well of the men and women who seek to serve them in the name of Christ.  It is a ministry of the moment.  Many of the ships are in port in the 21st century only for hours in any one place.  Some sailors are able to come ashore, many not.  But all are respected and loved, whatever their origin, whatever their destination.

Somehow those who are the Seamen’s Church Institute today, and their forebears for the last century and three-quarters, know from the heart that all these visitors are children of God.  They evidence to us that we are all connected, all one in God’s eyes, whatever be our differences of origin, faith, or expectation.

We are all loved.  We claim to know that God loves us all.  I learned again today that we make that real first and foremost by loving one another.

You can learn more about SCI here – http://www.seamenschurch.org

The Chapel at Christmas at the SCI
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One thought on “God and the Ocean

  1. John,
    What an amazing entry in your blog, and what a wonderful ministry to witness. Thanks so much for sharing this. Many best wishes for a wonderful Christmas and a new year of dreams fulfilled.
    Jean

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