This note is intended for the exclusive delectation of those of us here at Cornell (or once here), who know of Sage Chapel and its non-sectarian Sunday morning services. Of course, it may bring a smile to the faces of others as well. The name “non-sectarian” is deceiving: trust me, this group is one very special bunch of loonies with their own ideology. I can’t imagine that Sage Chapel has a regular Sunday morning “congregation”; rather, I suppose that the size of the gathered “faithful” varies with the hipness of the person leading the “meditation”, i.e. sermon. On that note, I should also point out that this Sunday - in case any of you were interested - is the “special annual jazz service”; the “Postlude”, so-called, is “Take the A Train” by Duke Ellington. I think that they would be better off with some of Mozart’s compositions for the Masons, which I am enjoying listening to as I type this post. It’s kinda jazzy in its way.
But this is what I wanted to share - I stole into the Masons’ offices to get you a sneak peak of this Sunday’s “liturgy”. It begins with a “Call to Worship: A Litany to Light and Life” (because this Sunday’s theme is “Light and Life in Winter”). I don’t believe that you’ll find this litany among the approved, though my researches haven’t been exhaustive.
LEADER: In the beginning God said,
ALL: “Let there be light.”LEADER: At the end, the enlightened one, Buddha said,
ALL: “Make of yourself a Light.”LEADER: Jesus of Nazerth [sic], The Christ once said,
ALL: “You are the Light of the World.”LEADER: And we, here and now, do Pray,
ALL: May we be light to life in Winter.LEADER: Let us worship the Creator of all.
Good stuff, huh? Maybe I should have put sic’s by all the words - it’s all kinda rich. The music after the Anthem and before the Readings is “Embraceable You” by George and Ira Gershwin. Cool.
Iosephe, this is too delicious, and at the same time too tragic.
It put me in mind of another small anecdote that might amuse the readers of this blog. The Doctor Asinorum (and now I as well) spends his Thanksgivings with some friends from college, who gather each year at the home of one of their parents in a town in Ohio. Last year, when we were there, their community hosted a tree-lighting event on the weekend following Thanksgiving, and since it was just a block away, we all decided to walk over. It was about what you’d expect — Santa Claus and candles and the singing of secular Christmas carols. At the end, a cheery woman wearing bells around her neck heartily invited everyone to “bring the kids on down to the Masonic Temple, where there will be cookies and crafts for the whole family!”
Our companions could not understand why the Doctor and I found this so uproariously funny.
I recall that at Cornell campus ministry (Roman Catholick) circa 1977 Sunday “Masses” utilized a book of some dozens of different canons. One of the chief of these (unauthorized?)canons was the “Canon of Light.” I wonder what’s going on nowadays?