VIEWPOINT – The best thing about California, hands down, is the weather. Get this: you can walk, outside, in the middle of the day, and it’s maybe 80 degrees. So I have been.
I know walking is good for my heart, but it’s better for my soul. Gives me time to think, to ponder, to pray, to wrestle with decisions. Where I have been walking out here is up and down the sidewalks outside the hotels. Great venue – wide streets, ample sidewalks lined with big, beautiful, blooming hydrangeas (it’s the weather thing). But eventually all the streets end up at corners which must be crossed. And that’s where this whole Garden of Eden scenario comes to a screeching halt (somewhat literally).
In an effort to be kind to pedestrians, I suppose, there is at every traffic light at every corner a button on a post that says “Push to walk.” And on the opposite corner is the walk/don’t walk signal in the form of a big red hand. DON’T WALK. For WALK the hand turns to white. But then it starts – the counting down. 20, 19, 18 seconds until this signal turns back to DON’T WALK. Oh, my God, what if I don’t make it? 17, 16, 15. Will the street open up and swallow me? 14, 13, 12. Will I get run over by a big truck? 11, 10, 9. Now I’m running and glancing over my right shoulder, then my left. 8, 7, 6. Whew, I’m back on the sidewalk. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
And on the rest of the walk I ponder that crossing signal. Feels like The Episcopal Church these days. I have been in this job a long time, and I didn’t use to have to filter every word I said or wrote. It’s different today. There are moments of sheer panic as you navigate the crowds at General Convention. Think fast, very fast, and keep glancing over your shoulder.
Getting on the elevator, you scan the name tags of the other passengers. Where is he from? New Hampshire. What do I know about New Hampshire? Oh, yes, Bishop Robinson’s diocese. Ground zero of the conflict. Be careful about what you say. Very careful. “So, how about this weather?”
Marjorie George
Communications Officer
Diocese of West Texas
