As I made my way onto the verrrrrry slow elevator at a hospital recently, having just spent some time with a parishioner who was quite ill, my mind was wandering all over the landscape. It was late on a long day, and I was internally debating whether to go back to the office and the pile of work on my desk, or go home (I went home!). I was tired. I wasn’t, however, finished. For which I am glad.
Just before the elevator doors closed, a hand reached out and blocked the door. There was an African American family trying to get on. I punched the “hold door” button as they piled in, three adults, four children. They were headed out as well. They were laughing and joking about something that had just happened in their loved one’s room, when one of them noticed….”hey y’all, clean it up – there’s a man of the cloth in here”.
I get that a lot.
Of course they all immediately stared at my priest collar, some dropped their heads (giggling I might add), a couple nodded at me. I wished them a good evening. One of the men told me his father was a pastor and he had such a hard time putting his priest collar on. So when I quickly removed the tab collar I was wearing, he said “Man, I have to tell my Daddy about that one! He spends half his life getting a collar on”. As the elevator opened on the bottom floor, one of the other men grabbed my arm and asked me to pray.
I get that a lot too.
I said sure, what would you like me to pray for? By now the others in his party had gathered back around the two of us, standing in the elevator lobby. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I made the assumption the person they were visiting must be very ill and my heart went out to him.
I was wrong.
I get that a lot.
He said, “man I am so worried about our country, about people who look like me. It seems every crazy white person in America is coming out of the woodwork now and feeling they have won the lottery. I worry about me, but most of all I worry about these kids and the America they will now grow up in. It’s always been harder for us, more dangerous for us. We’ve had to learn to cope. It just seems that the hate is rising again and I am actually scared to death.”
So I thought for a moment, and then asked for his name so I could pray for him. He gave me his name, then he said something that floored me. “Pastor, I appreciate you praying for me. But that’s not what I want you to do. I want you to pray for the government. For everyone in the government. That they will really do things for all people, to remember all were created equal. That’s all I want. To be treated fair. To be seen as equal. To have the same opportunities. I work hard. I went to school. I am raising my kids right. We want the same things for our families that white folks do. We are Americans, too! Pray for Trump and everyone he is appointing and everyone in government. Cause we are scared out here. America Great again? I don’t even know what that means but I am afraid of what it could mean. Pray for them. They need it. We need them to need it. Would you pray for them?”
I don’t get that a lot.
So we prayed. I offered some words and then he offered some words and we hugged in that elevator lobby. His kids were anxious to get moving, laughing about something, unaware of the enormous concern this man had just shared with me – a complete stranger, a “man of the cloth”, a white man who can’t even imagine what it is like to walk in his shoes every day.
His words have stayed with me. “Just treat us as equals” and “we want the same things for our families”. And most of all, “I am scared to death”. For his children. His loves.
So we must pray. And we also must pay attention and hold people accountable. A great America starts right there – with the bedrock premise that all are created equal, there is just one race, the human race, and we are all, truly, sisters and brothers. Our history shows we haven’t always behaved or governed like we believe such to be true. In fact, we rarely have. So, to quote our Episcopal Book of Common Prayer, let us pray:
“Almighty God, who hast given us this good land for our heritage: We humbly beseech thee that we may always prove ourselves a people mindful of thy favor and glad to do thy will. Bless our land with honorable industry, sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion; from pride and arrogance, and from every evil way. Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people the multitudes brought here out of many kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those to whom in thy Name we entrust the authority of government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that, through obedience to thy law, we may show forth thy praise among the nations of the earth. In the time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in thee to fail; all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (BCP 820).
Justice. Peace. Wisdom. Thankfulness. I can pray for that. And I will. Join me.

As I head into my 5th week as Rector at St. Simon’s on the Sound, I am finally coming up for air a bit. At least I can now spend a few minutes on my blog.

<== The view from my parking space!

Starting at a new church is always an adventure. It’s like a roller coaster – lots of thrills, exhilarating and terrifying, with  the unknown lurking on the other side of each hill,  yet there is rarely anything to fear – just more fun, more life, more joy.

This is my 4th time to start at a new church in 4 years. I am conscious of how different it is coming in as Rector vs. Interim Rector, while at the same time using some of the experience I have had as an Interim to “hit the ground running”. At the same time I try my best to be cognizant there IS time, time to lay a foundation, time to grow into the rhythms of a new place.

But in some ways, we need a sense of urgency, don’t we? The church in America is in decline, we all can read the statistics and, if we so desire, wring our hands and wonder what happened to the good ole days, when Christendom ruled the land and everyone was in a church on Sunday mornings (and where I am from, Wednesday nights). The challenge we face as leaders is deciding – will we program our way out of this? Will we preach our way out of this? Or will we pray our way out of this? And if prayer is the answer, and I think it is, will we be open to how God responds to those prayers? What can we let go of? What do we need to cling to? How do we reach a new generation who, more and more often, do not have the church connection many of us did from growing up in the church? And in doing so, how do we honor those who have kept the faith and kept the church alive and vibrant, honoring our traditions while being open to the future?

It will take time. And we are running out of time. No clergy person can do this work alone. Thanks be to God, I find myself in the midst of a community of people who love God, love their church, and really want to see St. Simon’s be all God has called us to be.

The roller coaster, for the most part, will be a blast! I am blessed to be along for the ride. Come along!

(For those of you who know me, you know that my father, Dr. Harold “Jug” Knight, died on July 13th – about 10 days before I was due to start at St. Simon’s. I am in the midst of writing about my dad and our loss of him, but it’s not ready for public viewing just yet. Stay tuned. The writing itself has helped me deal with the loss, the grief, and the relief of my father’s death. And it also has reminded me how blessed I am to be part of my family. I am surrounded by heroes and also a “great cloud of witnesses”. More to come.)

This morning I saw Dolphins…..

This makes perfect sense, because today is my wife’s birthday. It’s a speed limit birthday, one you find on two lane highways, not interstates. But one of those speed limit years that we tend to mark as a “big one”.
Jennifer has a thing about birthdays. While I am happy just pretty much ignoring them for myself, she really does like to celebrate her special day. Unfortunately this year will be a bit mild. We have Brayden, our six year old buddy with us this week. Last night he was talking about how he can’t wait for his birthday (in August), and Jennifer said “but tomorrow is my birthday and that’s way more important”, to which Brayden replied, “oh yeah well you will only have two people at your party, me and David!”
It was funnier than it sounds.
We are in transition mode big time. We are in very temporary quarters where we have moved some clothes and a few other things, waiting on the weekend when we hope we can move our furniture from storage in Jackson to our new condo in Ft. Walton Beach. Once again we have been blessed by friends who offered us a place to stay. For months now we have stayed at my in-laws condo in Perdido, an amazing gift by them when we had no where else to go. Then all the uncertainty of how long I would stay at Christ Church, waiting to see if search processes worked out, kept us from being able to make a move to a longer term place due to the impossibility of finding a place we could rent on a short term basis. Very soon, our living in borrowed space will end and we can setup home again.
All together it makes for a challenging birthday celebration. And that’s too bad, because Jennifer really does deserve a big day.
I hope you know my wife. She is the most unique person I have ever encountered on this earth. She has taught me so much about love, about life, about parenting, about having the courage to answer God’s call when it really makes no sense to anyone else. When she decided to go to nursing school when our girls were quite young, to follow her dream, to agree with God this was her calling, where her gifts could really be used to the glory of God and to help others, it was from her decision to do so that I learned I could do the same, years later. She has been the heart and soul of every community we have been a part of. She has thrown her shoulders back and faced the challenging life of a priest’s wife, which can be really hard at times, and remained true to herself.
Jennifer has an amazing and inspirational faith. Being a priest’s spouse is challenging, much more so as we have done interim work these last four years. She loves people, she loves them deeply and without reservation, so the constant transitioning of interim work has been especially difficult for her. I am really excited about our new opportunity, to be in and live in and grow with a community of faith for an extended period of time and I am especially excited for her sake.
I saw Dolphins this morning as I watched the sun rise on the balcony of our friend’s condo. Jennifer loves Dolphins, almost as much as she loves dragonflies. Last summer we traveled to Key Largo and she got to swim with the Dolphins there. It was amazing! I have never seen a grown person so thrilled, laugh so loud, enjoy something so beautifully! You should have seen her! In those moments of joy, her face glowing, her laugh ringing out, I was so deeply reminded of my love for her, but more than that, of my appreciation for her. She is a tireless worker who gives so much of herself to others, so to see her have just a little bit of time where she can simply celebrate life doing something she had always wanted to do was truly a highlight of my life.
So here’s to you on your speed limit birthday, Jennifer! You will be flooded with Facebook messages today, with calls and emails and the like. You are loved and your are beloved. Brayden is wrong. There are way more than two people at your party! For there are literally thousands of people whose lives you have touched, made better, ministered to, took care of, and enjoyed life with.
And they are here, in spirit, in prayer, and in celebrating you. The Dolphins told me so!
Happy Birthday Jen – all my love, all my life.

“Itinerant Priest”. That is the name of my blog / website. I switched to this handle as I started Interim work.
Does that mean I have to change again?
Nope. Although I am beyond delighted and excited to accept the call of St. Simon’s on the Sound in Ft. Walton Beach to be their Rector (NOT THE INTERIM RECTOR!), one thing I have said at every stop I have made in 14 years of ordained ministry is this – every priest you have ever had was just passing through. Some for longer than others. But we all arrive and we all go, while you stay – you the glue, the workers, the true center and real strength and spirit led people of God, it’s your church. Of course, more accurately, it’s God’s church, but the body of Christ you are is the real deal, the real thing, the church. I am honored to pass through yet again.
St. Simon’s will be my sixth parish in 14 years, but only 2nd “tenured” Rector position. I served St. Patrick’s Long Beach longer than any priest in their 50+ years of existence. The circumstances are well documented, it was hard work with beautiful people. The three interim positions have been challenging and fun and thrilling. Yet all along, we were hoping for another place to put down some roots, have some time to dream with people and see how God responds. Finally, that time has come.
Jennifer and I have made no secret of our desire to return to Mississippi if at all possible. Through these two Florida interims, I have remained (which is the custom) canonically resident in the Diocese of Mississippi. I have returned for Diocesan council and other meetings, I was privileged to serve again on the General Convention deputation, I got to cast my vote for the new Bishop. And, frankly, I tried my best to return, yet in each case those opportunities did not work out.
So when the reading from Acts on the 6th Sunday of Easter came around, it was high time I listened to the Holy Spirit. Don’t you think?

6 They went through the region of Phrygia and Galatia, having been forbidden by the Holy Spirit to speak the word in Asia. 7When they had come opposite Mysia, they attempted to go into Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus did not allow them; 8so, passing by Mysia, they went down to Troas. 9During the night Paul had a vision: there stood a man of Macedonia pleading with him and saying, ‘Come over to Macedonia and help us.’ 10When he had seen the vision, we immediately tried to cross over to Macedonia, being convinced that God had called us to proclaim the good news to them.

The first 3 verses above are not part of the Sunday lectionary reading but are important to the story. Paul had decided where he should go next. Yet at every turn, he was blocked.
Paul my friend, I know the feeling. Not that I am anything like St. Paul, but I too had a plan figured out and the end result was a lot of disappointment and resentfulness and questioning, when all along some folks in Macedonia were needing some help.
I am so glad the Holy Spirit didn’t give up on my stubborn self!

So we are off to Macedonia….I mean Ft. Walton Beach! There, just like Paul, I will find some people who are already gathering regularly to pray. May we all be open to the Holy Spirit as we seek to serve Christ and our communities the best we can, with God’s help of course.
I can’t wait to get started!

Since being ordained I have served 5 churches. Each has been unique, each community quite different. The challenges facing each church were also very different. The 3 interim gigs I have had (including the current one) have each needed quite different things from me as Interim Rector.

Yet all these churches have so much in common. Each has truly amazing, Godly, kind, supportive, prayerful, delightful, unique and loving people. People of all ages, socio-economic class, race, gender. People who, in a culture becoming increasingly more secular, make church a priority, people who have welcomed Jennifer and I (and our children back when they were part of the package) with open arms. Disciples of Jesus with whom I have been deeply honored to walk with through all that life throws at us.

Over the last few months Jennifer and I have had the opportunity to return to my previous three churches. In late December I was back in St. Patrick’s in Long Beach, MS in the church we together rebuilt after Hurricane Katrina. It was my first time back in St. Patrick’s since my leave taking in April of 2012. The occasion was bittersweet – the funeral of Deacon Lynne Hough (I wrote about Lynne HERE). But it was wonderful to see so many old friends and to be a part of the congregation which gathered to remember Lynne and celebrate her life and ministry. Being back on that campus was really special. I was flooded with so many memories, particularly watching every bit of that building going up, and the incredible feeling it was on Pentecost of 2009 when we worshipped together there for the first time. In many ways, along with Deacon Lynne, these fine people helped mold and shape me as a Priest and as a Rector and I am grateful and so blessed to have spent 8 years with them.

On January 10th we were back in St. James, Jackson, MS where I was Interim from May 2012 to June of 2013. The occasion was a highlight of my life – the baptism of Juby Taylor, our first grandchild. Again the wonderful feeling of being back amongst such sweet and dear people was only topped by the actual baptism itself. I am grateful to their Rector, The Rev. Jamie McElroy, for his gracious invitation to allow me to offer the sacrament of Holy Baptism to my grandson.

Although I never served St. Paul’s in Meridian, I was born in Meridian and my parents are from there. In March I was again honored with an equal life highlight when I baptized our granddaughter, Eliza Dreyfus, in the same baptismal font her father, John, was baptized in (and wearing his gown too!). Their Interim Rector, The Reverend Arnold Bush, was the Rector of St. Peter’s by the Lake when we joined there (this is my home parish who sent me to seminary). Arnold also was so gracious and helpful in allowing me to baptize Eliza there during Lent!

Then a couple of weeks ago Jennifer and I were at St. Paul’s in Delray Beach, where I was Interim Rector from September 2013 to November of 2015. We were invited down by their new Rector, The Rev. Paul Kane, to participate in a retirement celebration for three fabulous staff members of St. Paul’s. Jennifer and I were surprise guests, as was Bishop Chip Stokes and his wife Susan. Chip was Rector at St. Paul’s for about 15 years before being elected Bishop of New Jersey. Also their Associate Rector, the Rev. Kathleen Gannon, flew in from Ireland where she was on sabbatical, just to be at the event. It was truly electric when we walked in – the surprise element was a big part of that. I loved seeing everyone again, and revisiting Delray Beach, an incredible place to live, was a blast.

They say “home is where the heart is”, and part of our hearts remain in each of these places (I was back in Greenville two years ago where I got to do the wedding of one of my daughter’s best friends when we lived there – it was SO FUN) we have served. I never take for granted the blessings of this crazy ordained ministry life. Most of those blessings have smiling faces attached to them. I thank God for these recent opportunities to “go home” and hangout with all these saints once again.