Column In praise of ushers out on the steps
By TIM UNSWORTH
During a recent episode of
televisions Everybody Loves Raymond, the foggy protagonist
informs his father that he is thinking of returning to the active practice of
his faith. Asked what he plans to do when he reenters the state of grace,
Raymond announced: I want to be an usher.
Since Vatican II, the word has fallen into disrepair. They are now
called hospitality ministers or greeting facilitators
or some other inflated title much like narthex has replaced
vestibule and ambo is the new name for pulpit. In old
Anglo-Norman English, usher referred to a doorkeeper. It derived from
the Vulgar Latin ustiarius. In England, they were often called
beadles, and were regarded as minor church officials.
Beadle is a marvelous word with infinitely more cachet than
protonotary apostolic, a term describing the highest-ranking
monsignor. If we hadnt dropped the word beadle, perhaps we
wouldnt be in the mess were in. Beadles not only ushered people to
their pre-paid pews, but also kept order by whacking people who were noisy or
who fell asleep during numbing sermons.
When I was a kid, I used to sell papers outside St. Alices
side door. The Brown brothers had the front door. They had their own
Philadelphia Bulletin wagon. They were entrepreneurs. I just had a stack
of Bulletins and a bag of Fr. Charles Coughlins Social
Justice, an anti-Semitic screed against Franklin Delano Roosevelt and
anyone else concerned with civil liberties. But how was I to know? I only read
baseball cards.
I got to know the ushers. They were dressed in their Sunday suits,
manning the pew rent tables (10 cents per seat), policing the back of the
church, and finding squeeze room in the stuffed pews.
My sainted father was a huge man. Honest pew rent for him would
have been 50 cents. But he preferred to stand in back so he could sneak out
during the sermon and have a smoke with the ushers. The ushers gathered on the
steps, all looking much like the man who comes out when you ring the bell at
the meat counter in the supermarket. These men drove trucks and used hammers.
One was the local funeral director. Another must have been very old because one
morning, while I served Mass, he sank below the pew in front of him and went to
usher heaven. He was bald and had worked in a hardware store. He read Social
Justice and I earned 2 cents.
Now, over 60 years later, comes Sr. Gretchen Hailer, a Religious
of the Sacred Heart of Mary who has written a user-friendly book for, in her
words, the old guys: The Joy of Ushers and Hospitality
Ministers: Making a Place for Others, Resurrection Press.
Hailer is a consultant in adult faith formation. She designs
print, video and audio pastoral resources in order to ease them (ushers
and their pastors) into a better understanding of what they may be thinking
about. Hailer takes what liturgy people are already doing and tunes it
up. She reverences the liturgy but insists that her liturgical recipes be more
pastoral than liturgical.
While genuine welcome is an essential responsibility of the
parish doorkeepers, Hailer writes, it is really only a minor part
of their work of service. It isnt easy to usher these days.
Uninhibited children now cry at the top of their lungs lest their personalities
be stunted. Cell phones bearing powerful messages such as Bring some
bagels home ring like the hand bells of old. Inebriates and homeless
people come for forgiveness or a peanut butter sandwich. Hailer recounts
experiences with adolescent ushers with attention deficit disorder and
immigrant ushers who unwittingly use obscene gestures to signal a vacant seat.
Then, there are those who are unhinged or wanting to listen to their CD player
or leave their Rollerblades on.
Hailer lives in Montebello, Calif. A native of Boston, she joined
religious life in 1959. She now writes books and teaches adults in Stockton,
Orange, San Francisco and Los Angeles. She freelances elsewhere in the United
States, offering days of recollection, retreats and in-service workshops with
the hope of revving people up. She is presently researching multiple
intelligences. (She also serves on the board of directors of the National
Catholic Reporter Publishing Company, although this correspondent has never met
her.)
In many ways, she is the typical modern religious, no longer
traveling in posses, but ministering as a Lone Ranger in order to expand her
impact and to find some interior satisfaction. She is now consulting in some
Lutheran parishes without any concern about which faith dimension occupies the
corner office.
Hailer writes for the 10th grade level. She is presently doing a
book for parish secretaries. Her work seeks affirmation for her subjects. She
assumes that they know their liturgy; she only wants to give it some central
heating. She isnt writing a Summa. One can read this book in the
kitchen. Wal-Mart has borrowed quite successfully from the greeter concept.
Whats most important is that her greeters learn that they are the first
experience for the faithful and that they set a tone for all that is to follow.
They learn quickly that they have unknowingly entertained angels
(Hebrews 13:2).
Tim Unsworth writes from Chicago. Hes at
unsworth@megsinet.net
Related Web site
Broadway Inspirational
Voices www.broadwayinspirationalvoices.com
National Catholic Reporter, August 30,
2002
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