Funeral and Celebration of Penelope Griswold Place || Saturday, 11 o’clock in the morning || June 10, 2017 || The Right Reverend Bud Cederholm, Officiant || The Reverend Amy Whitcomb Slemmer, Esq. Deacon
Penelope Griswold Place is one of the people whose image and words traveled with me after my very first visit to St. Stephen’s in 2008. I was here to check the parish out in advance of your official installation of The Reverend Margot Critchfield as your rector. As I recall, Pen stood up at announcements and invited others into her gardening plans, not just offering details about when and where to gather but some horticultural details about what her work crew’s labors would eventually yield.
Pen’s inclusive enthusiasm for parish gardening and love of the earth and flowers offered a wonderful testament and local embodiment of what we now familiarly refer to as Creation Care (made popular and mandatory in this Diocese by our own Green Bishop). Pen and her fellow gardeners were in the vanguard of a now central tenet of the Episcopal Church. And her frequent and engaging announcements gave the marvelous impression of St. Stephen’s as a cool parish that welcomed a wide range of ministries available to a notable variety of people.
Pen’s announcements have been missing from church for a while, but her colorful requests for prayers for whatever Boston based team still reverberate in this sanctuary and throughout this church. There are children, now teenagers or adults, who remember Pen dressed in a variety of team regalia, marching up the center aisle, hockey stick, basketball, or baseball glove in hand, having donned the appropriate jersey for the game ahead, and these formerly young people knew because of Pen, that this is an interesting and accessible church – also that you can pray for sports teams and game outcomes.
Those of us who were delighted by these announcements, learned to listen to the nuances of Pen’s requests. We learned that if she said that we had a good game ahead, and we were going to pray for a particular player, we understood that Boston’s chances of victory were pretty good. If on the other hand, Pen said, we are really going to have to pray hard for the Boston team, who she would add, definitely deserved to win – filling in some reason that it merited victory – we knew that the odds for success were long and that Boston was not favored in the pending match up.
And on Sundays when your mother wasn’t here, or in the summer when she had relocated to Maine, more than one child could be heard to ask where the sports lady was.
Pen was, of course, not just a large presence at our morning services, she was a very active and engaged lay person, demonstrating her faith and narrating her divine doubts in a variety of settings. She was a staple in some of the small group gatherings like our Advent Book group or small Lenten study groups, where we focused on a particular gospel each year. At each, if I was fortunate enough to be in Pen’s group, I would eagerly anticipate her insights and perspective on a wide range of social and theological issues.
During these small groups, Pen learned that I was in the discernment and formation process for the Priesthood, and she was generous in sharing her own story of going to seminary, and being confounded by the big deal being made about women seminarians in pursuit of ordination. She explained that she loved her studies, but was frustrated by the patriarchal standards that persisted when she was a student.
She once wisely and presciently declared that it was not sufficient to admit equal numbers of men and women to seminary, but that the church would have to make room for women doing ministry in new, and perhaps feminine ways. She was thoughtful about the fact that women’s approaches and scriptural insights would be different (and if we are being completely honest, she would also assert that those approaches would be superior – which always made us laugh!)
Her theological views were connected to the humanness and divinity of Mary the mother of Jesus, who Pen thought had a tougher more human road to navigate throughout Jesus’ life, and after the passion. Pen was moved by the fact that Mary had outlived her son and would have had to mourn while ministering to and caring for Jesus’ friends after his death.
I am the grateful recipient of one of Pen’s sermons that she wrote meticulously and preached in this pulpit on July 23, 1978. Her focus was on a parable in Matthew’s gospel of the weeds being sown in with the wheat. Her words were wise, her approach intellectual and academic and she covered the waterfront from the historical context of the assigned Matthew text to the theological (ecclesiastical) differences challenging the church.
Her preaching laid out doctrine, included current practical applications of theology and along the way she offered quotes and references from Matthew to Solzenitsyn – with an open invitation to the assembled congregation to consider scripture in new ways. She also wove in a particularly meaningful youth activity of the time (parishioners were to wear a paper heart at coffee hour that said, “I am loveable and able to love”.)
Hers was a sermon to be enjoyed on the hearing of it, and again appreciated with additional prayerful study.
And I love that you can hear her voice throughout her sermon text. Her opening sentence from this pulpit was;
“ Let me begin by stating the obvious. The parable of the wheat and the darnel is NOT a lesson in horticulture for would-be gardeners and famers.”
Later she offers wise insights about conflict and confrontation as catalysts for new understanding and purpose, and she asserts:
“Glorious moments of wholeness and holiness can and do occur when the Spirit moves us to give of ourselves to others, or to receive another’s gift. When we have the courage to speak out or confront each other, at the risk of being wrong or injured, God’s cause is our cause.”
I am so grateful that we, and this community were witness to many of Pen’s glorious moments when she took up God’s cause, and gave of herself. She believed fervently in God’s kingdom, and our earthly charge to make it a reality while we walk this planet. And she believed keenly in the promise of (her words) “a full, abundant and everlasting life”.
Today we celebrate Pen’s full life as a work complete. We join with her family grieving her death, while comforted by the blessed assurance that she now rests with everlasting life in God. She enriched our lives, offered color commentary that sparked debate, left St. Stephen’s a more beautiful place, and has entrusted us with her legacy of plain speaking, joyous appreciation and quiet confidence in God’s love for each of us.
We give thanks to Pen’s family for sharing your mother, grandmother, aunt and cousin with us, and to God for having her so wonderfully, made.