My Episcopal Consecration – Six Years Later
On January 18th, 2004, I was consecrated as the bishop-protector of the Franciscan Community (Servitores Franciscan Immacolatae), and became the exarchos (highest ranking patriarch) of the autocephalic Eastern Catholic Congregational Church, then operating throughout the United States, Canada, Mexico and the European Union.
In accordance with the Maronite Rite, I was consecrated at the hands of Bishop Carlos Harvin and Archbishop Michael J. Carroll, OSP, at the Cathedral Church of the African-American Catholic Congregation (Imani Temple) in Washington, D.C.
The weather was cold, with intermittent rain and sleet, on Capitol Hill, that night. But it was an important night for me, because it represented the confidence that my congregation – the flock entrusted to my pastoral and spiritual care – had in me to lead them and protect them in the years to come.
Six years later, many of you know the rest of the story… (and for those who don’t, a quick visit to: http://dharmadudeunplugged.com will bring them up to speed).
From 1983, when I began my contemplative life as a vowed monastic, until 2006, I was fortunate to be able to financially provide for the vast majority of the Order’s needs, and many of the expenses of the church itself. Until 2001, I personally covered the rent or mortgage on six convents/monastic houses, and our only fundraising outreach was to cover the growing costs of feeding the poor on the streets of the cities in which we were present.
Today, of course, with a much smaller number of contemplatives involved in our work and mission, I am no longer in a position of being able to support even the most modest of our expenses. I sold off nearly all of the finer ecclesiastical vestments, my episcopal ring, even some of the items I received as ordination gifts, in the past six months, just to keep from being evicted from the cramped, unhealthy and ill-suited space we currently rent in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, in which my office has been relegated to space in the corner of our walk-in closet, and my altar space a tiny corner therein.
And so as I contemplated the past six years, I realised that there was part of the story I could and should share with the thousands of students around the world, who come to our blogs for inspiration, information, guidance and support.
Now that the effects of living with full-blown AIDS for 26 years and my recent battle for the past several years with Parkinsonism (neurological problems similar in nature and linked to Parkinson’s Disease, although less serious), it has become very difficult for me to “pull rabbits out of my monastic zucchetto” financially.
I am now faced with a difficult decision. I could walk away from the medical coverage I’ve fought (in and out of court) for the past seven years to get back, and attempt to find work in the non-profit sector, so that we could have a steady and stable income… which would make it possible for us to get out of this terrible living situation and relocate back to the Greater Washington, D.C. area, where contacts and the culture itself lend itself to greater support for our work. Or I can figure out another way to make it.
If I try going back to work, particularly with an arm that remains badly broken due to the neuro problems, which will likely require another reconstructive/reparative surgery this spring, then that surgery will not be done. It will also necessitate going off the HIV treatment and treatment for Parkinsonism, since the co-pays for those meds exceeds $1600/month – something I could never afford with a traditional non-profit job. There is also a slim chance of finding a non-profit position which would be flexible enough to allow for the days when I spend six to eight hours in the morning sick, or too weak to move… or the periods of 4-5 hours of intense pain, when I cannot function, let alone think straight.
So what are my alternatives?
I’d like to think that the service I offer the community at-large is a valuable one. I am aware of the unique qualifications that come from having lived for 30 years within the Buddhist monastic life, while simultaneously functioning in a progressive Western ethos, and ministering to members of a more traditional (but radically inclusive) faith community. And so I am going to turn to you and ask for input…
What can I do for you that would have some sort of value?
The idea is that if I could find just 15 people, who were able to use my help in some way – whether it was writing or editing blog copy, creating graphics, developing a website, or some other function – for which they would offer just $100/month, I would have the additional funds needed to sustain healthier living standards, groceries, and utilities. And I would be able to ensure that Craig, whose challenges with Parkinson’s Disease are far more severe than my own, doesn’t end up further damaging his health by trying to push himself at times when he should not be doing so.
Of course, it would be wonderful if someone were to see value enough in my work to be able to offer half the amount we need as a monthly rental stipend ($850) or even if someone were to be able to afford to underwrite the entire $1500/month. I am sure that given my skillset, there is someone out there who could use the tax write-off, and quality of services we can deliver.
So I am going to put it out there, and see what happens. I am confident that there will be ideas coming forth from the community-at-large. I’ve put feelers out for those who might have rental properties that could use a live-in property manager; as well as positions for Church groundskeepers, which might include a suitable groundskeepers house in lieu of payment.
I am hoping too that folks will be inspired by the admonition of Og Mandino, who encourages us:
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.
I remain deeply grateful for the opportunity I have had to serve as an historic successor to the Apostles John, James, Judas the Twin (Mar Thoma of India), Thaddeus and Bartholomew… in the lineage of Mar Thoma, Carlos Duarte-Costa, Dom Salomon Ferrez.
I am also profoundly grateful for those upon whom I have had the fortune of laying hands, who have taken up the responsibility as successors to the apostles themselves, including: Arcbhishop Michael Seneco (of the North American Old Catholic Church), Most Reverend Mother Jeanne Cortopassi (of the Franciscan Companions of Jesus & Mary), Bishop Hugh Strickland (of an independent sect within the Anglican Church), Bishop James Long and Bishop Stephen Delaney (both of the Universal Catholic Church), Bishop Kevin Crowell (of the Spiritus Project), Bishop Ken Young (of the Order of Servant Franciscans, now a Protestant Methodist/Episcopal sect) and Archbishop Roger LaRade (of the Eucharistic Catholic Church of Canada). Your continued work in the vineyard keeps the message of compassion alive!
Most importantly, as I offer thanks for the past six years of episcopal service and for the entire body of 30 years’ service in monastic life, I am grateful for all of those who have given me the privilege of serving them… for those who listen… those who ask for help… those who hunger for a way to free themselves and others from suffering and attachment.
It is for each of you that getting out of bed, no matter how much pain there is, becomes worth it.
Namasté
dharmacharya gurudas sunyatananda
(archbishop francis-maria of the immaculata, o.c.)
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“Chenrezig, Treasure of Objectless Compassion;
Manjushri, Lord of Stainless Wisdom;
Vajrapani, Destroyer of all adversarial forces;
O Je Tsong Khapa – Losang Drakpa —
Crown Jewel of the Sages of the Land of Snows,
Humbly at Your Lotus Feet I ask your blessing.”
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Drawing on the essential teachings of the great spiritual teachers, philosophers and freethinkers throughout time, Dharmacharya Gurudas Śunyatananda (retired Archbishop Francis-Maria Salvato, O.C.) has been regarded as a provocative, revolutionary “voice of reason” within the field of religion and spirituality, since 1983. Having the distinction of being one of the few openly non-theistic, openly-gay and post-denominational thinkers ever to serve as Bishop-Exarch and spiritual leader of the autocephalic Eastern Catholic Franciscans in North America, Gurudas is the author of more than 600 articles, eight books and currently serves as the spiritual advisor for a non-theistic, intentional spiritual community, The Spiritus Project. He can be reached at: http://dharmadudeunplugged.com
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