Growing Up in the House of the Almighty

On the back of this photography my mother wrote, "Sept 1973, occasion: Dedication of St. Margaret's Episcopal Church, Lawton, Ok. Richard Barron, Sarah Jo Barron, Nicole Barron."
On the back of this photograph my mother wrote, "Sept 1973, occasion: Dedication of St. Margaret's Episcopal Church, Lawton, Ok. Richard Barron, Sarah Jo Barron, Nicole Barron."

My family and I were Episcopalians when I was young. For much of that time we attended an Episcopal mission in Lawton, Oklahoma called Saint Margaret’s. It was built in the southwestern mission style, and looked just like a Taco Bell.

As part of my parent’s plans and hopes for me to be a good Episcopalian, they “asked” me to be an acolyte, which as many of you know is the church’s equivalent to junior forest ranger.

My fellow acolytes and I were trained by a nice man who looked just like Don Rickles named Hal Sharp. He taught us when to kneel, when to stand, when to enter and exit, how to use the candle-lighter, how to tie our belt sash, and on and on. The Episcopal Church’s service is as rigid and dogmatic as any, so there were a lot of moves to memorize.

The first level of acolyte was simply “acolyte.” At this level, you carried tapers, lit and extinguished candles, and not much else. On high holidays like Easter you got to carry flags. The higher levels of acolyte were “crucifer” and “server.” The crucifer bore the huge brass cross on the handsome wooden standard, moved the lush, leather-bound Bible at the proper time, and held the Bible on its ornate brass stand during the Gospel lesson. The server assisted the priest at the credence table, giving him water, wine and wafers in the correct sequence.

Wearing the traditional cassock and alb for my duties as server in the Episcopal Church
Wearing the traditional cassock and alb for my duties as server in the Episcopal Church

When we were scheduled to be in a service, we would say that we were “on” Sunday.

I remember when I got “promoted” from mere acolyte to server. I suddenly thought the younger kids were little boys, and that I was a big, respected junior clergyman. As you can see from the photo, I was still very much a little boy.

My parents embraced the Episcopal Church for their entire lives. In Florida in the last 20 years of their lives, they were elders of Saint Thomas of Palm Coast, and their ashes are interred in the columbarium there. Despite their lifelong devotion, and to their chagrin, I never embraced the church, or any church. But when I was little, I imagined a beam of prayer energy shooting through the roof of our little Taco Bell up to God. My sister told me once that when she was very small, she thought our priest, grey-haired Bill Merrill, was God.

Though I found Episcopalianism obdurate and ritualistic, I did understand that its structure and elegance were of great comfort to my parents.

Saint Margarets Episcopal Mission
Saint Margarets Episcopal Mission
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4 Comments

  1. Enjoyed reading this. I find religion and people’s varied experience with it to be fascinating. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. I also enjoy reading about others’ experiences in general, as it is a glimpse into their soul. I have also lost both of my parents, my Dad when I was a teen and my Mom last year, and both impacted me more than I expected. Have you done any article on those losses? It is a shared bond.

    As far as religion, I grew up with it too, but always felt something was missing. Sheer rote rituals and guilt are like a ball and chain to me. But I have found more now in my journey and it is my life. This blink called life is to prepare me for the next life. We live but in shadows now of a reality to come.

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  3. Mother and Daddy would be delighted to learn that much of that Episcopalian pasta stuck when it was thrown against the wall, so to speak.

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  4. I attended services at St. Maggie’s Taco Bell a few times with my Episcapering kinfolk. As I recall, my 19th birthday was on a Sunday and my brother, who was monking in Santa Fe at the time, insisted that I go give a dollar or something like that. Later when called me to confirm I went, I assured him that I did, and I went to the front and took a dollar out of the birthday box. He was mortified, which amused me. He is now a priest, and to me he seems religious, but not Godly.

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