Matriculation

The Consecration of Samuel Seabury

Gary Hall
Seabury-Western
Septermber 14, 2007

         There is some kind of divine wit at work in the assignment of preaching responsibilities.  On Matriculation Day this school always observes the feast of the Consecration of Samuel Seabury, normally appointed for November 14, the actual day of Seabury’s ordination as a bishop.  For the third year in a row it has been my charge to preach at this occasion and to extol a man about whom I have very mixed feelings.  Seabury was a complicated person.  He had studied medicine at Edinburgh, been ordained in England, and had served as a missionary in Long Island and New Jersey.  At the outbreak of the Revolutionary war he was rector of the parish in Westchester, New York.  As an outspoken Tory and advocate of the British cause, he was imprisoned by the Continental Army, escaped, and took refuge with the British Army on Long Island where he became the chaplain of a British infantry regiment.  For the rest of his life he was supported by a pension from the British Army.  Let’s say he was not the poster child of the American Revolution.

         So in his politics, Seabury was a fairly conservative man.  He was also unapologetically clericalist in his ecclesiological views:  in his contest with Bishop White over the makeup of the General Convention, Seabury advocated for a church governed exclusively by bishops and presbyters with no provision for structural lay authority.  Happily for us, he lost that argument.  Though he was a person of undoubted piety and personal rectitude and some pastoral gifts, Seabury was on the wrong side of almost every political and ecclesiastical question.  And yet we all live, work, study, and pray together at a school which bears his name.  Go figure.

         As I say, there is some divine wit working itself out in this.  For the last several years I have found myself straining against this assignment, grumbling to myself, my wife, my dog, and anyone else who would listen about what a bummer it is to have to preach about someone like Seabury at our yearly matriculation service.  And then I had a conversation with a priest friend of mine who said that I shouldn’t grumble so much about Seabury because, in his own way he was a pioneer of prophetic ecclesiastical disobedience.

         Say what?  Samuel Seabury a church revolutionary?  Sure, my friend said.  In 1784 Seabury went to Lambeth seeking ordination as the first American bishop, having been elected by the clergy of the Diocese of Connecticut.  There was in England then no provision for the ordination of a bishop who could not swear allegiance to the crown, so after extensive discussions about amending the law, Seabury forced the issue by going to Scotland and being consecrated by nonjuring bishops there.  In exchange for that irregular episcopal ordination, Seabury promised to advocate for the highly Calvinistic Scottish Eucharistic Prayer in the first American prayer book, a text we were stuck with exclusively until Services for Trial Use appeared in 1970. It’s in that spirit of trans-oceanic renewal that we use the New Zealand Prayer Book tonight.

         Now I had always seen this as a bad bargain, but my friend persuaded me otherwise.  What was Seabury to do?  The American church needed a bishop—we had never had one in North America—and Parliament and the English bishops were content to delay us indefinitely.  By going to Scotland, my friend opined, Seabury was like Bishop Dewitt and the eleven women he ordained to the priesthood in Philadelphia in 1974:  Samuel Seabury forced a non-canonical theological issue and confronted the English church with a choice:  it could either disregard us and turn the American church into a virtual replica of the Calvinistic Scottish church, or it could amend its ordination vows and help grow a partner church built on the more comprehensive English model.  In many ways, Seabury was a political and theological dinosaur, but in this radical step he was a real revolutionary.  His act of ecclesiastical daring and disobedience opened the way for an Episcopal Church in the United States which would be both autonomous and, ultimately, connected to the Church of England.  The British relented, removed the required oath for foreign bishops, and soon Bishops White of Philadelphia and Provoost of New York were ordained to the episcopate, giving the American church the three bishops it required for episcopal ordinations.

         Now I go into this excursus tonight for three reasons.  First, I do so to repent of the crabby words I have said here in the past about Samuel Seabury.  Though I still think he held extremely hierarchical views about matters of church order, seeing his Scottish consecration as ecclesiastical disobedience raises him several notches in my eyes.  I am, after all, a product of the Civil Rights and Anti-War protests of the 1960s.  I tend to think of the church as more of a movement than an institution.  So thinking of Samuel Seabury as Eldridge Cleaver or Abbie Hoffman helps me like him a lot more than seeing him as a stuffy wannabe English Lord.

         And there’s a second reason as well:  when you examine it, the actual name for the occasion we celebrate today is “the Consecration of Samuel Seabury.”  The church, in its wisdom, has given not his ontological essence but his ordination as a bishop this day in our common calendar.  What is sacred about this occasion has less to do with the debatable ideas Seabury had as a church leader than it does with the event which made him a bishop and gave America, if even irregularly, an episcopal ministry.  Tonight’s Gospel tells us that “Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom, and curing every disease and every sickness.”  [Matthew 9]  The Anglican church in America would not have survived without indigenous bishops, and Seabury’s bold act allowed us not only to ordain clergy but ultimately to organize dioceses and start new congregations.  At the heart of our celebration today is an event, one which allowed the liberating ministry of Jesus to go forward in this country.  This event forced the issue and opened the way for us as a church to force the theological and liturgical issues of our own day:  desegregation of our churches, the ordination of women, openly gay bishops, same sex blessings, and maybe even open communion, to name a few. It is into the education for that liberating ministry of Jesus that many of you here are matriculating tonight.


         And that leads me to the third reason we give thanks for the Consecration of Samuel Seabury.  This newly restored chapel, these vestments and academic regalia, the word matriculation itself—all these connote ideas of the church as stately, staid, stable, and established.  But do not be misled.  The ecclesiastical pomp and circumstance may trick you into believing that you are being initiated into the fellowship of those who protect the status quo.  But when you begin to see yourself that way, think back to Samuel Seabury and his ordination as a bishop in the church.  Things will never change if we don not occasionally force the issue. You are being admitted to a community of people who sometimes do risky, crazy things on behalf of the One who taught and proclaimed good news and cured every disease and sickness.  We all live and work and teach at a school named after a priest and then bishop who forced the issue of his own day in the service of a greater good.  Samuel Seabury did that because he knew himself as the servant of some One who forced his issues on occasion too.  May you, as you matriculate, see all this ecclesiastical finery as your warrant, when emergent occasions arise in your community, world, and church, to be forcers of God’s issues, too.  Amen.

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