Attending the closing of Trinity UMC Albany

Disciple Bible study

Of course, we were attending the closing of Trinity UMC Albany on June 22. Not just my wife and I, but our daughter, who hadn’t even been born yet when we left in 2000. The bulletin notes, “Celebrating 188 years of faith and service!” But it won’t hit 189.

 The opening hymn was The Church’s One Foundation, which was the opening hymn on September 17, 1933, when the building was rebuilt on the corner of Lark and Lancaster for the second time in less than 35 years.

The choir numbered but five; they’re pretty good, given that. A small piece of me wishes I had been singing with them.

After the anthem, a Litany of Thanksgiving was offered for the physical elements (Baptismal font, communion table, etc.), the congregations over the years, the church’s mission, the study groups, music, and hymnals. Near  the end: “We come together with so many good and treasured memories, but with a strong sense of grief at saying farewell to this hallowed place.” 

The sermon by Rebecca Richards was based on Lamentations 3:19-26.

Remembering Our Ministries was offered by Nancy, the Lay Leader. Someone read a letter from Rev. Jeffrey Matthew, the pastor from 2008 to 2021. The hymn This Is A Day of New Beginnings, which made me a tad melancholy, especially as a Prayer of Letting Go followed it.

I saw several folks I recognized who were still attending, as well as many who came back for the finale, including Allie from California.  Here’s the video of the service. 

Repast

In the parlor where coffee hour is usually held, there were several items to eat and drink. People were encouraged to tell stories. My wife noted that she hosted the Disciple Bible study at her home, which I attended; subsequently, we got married at the church.

I could have spoken about our choir singing at the annual Troy Conference in Vermont, caroling on Lark Street, and the several choir members who passed away during my tenure there. Or a book club I attended for over a decade. But I  was disinclined.

Someone asked me what it was like being there on that day. I compared it to going to the funeral of an old friend. Perhaps you experienced friction in your relationship, or maybe you’ve fallen a bit out of touch. Still, you didn’t want them to die. I know that building and the many souls past and present who attended there. It was/is a foundational time in my life. 

I was very touched by the Goodbye Trinity video, which I saw a few days later. It showed people no longer with us, including Lillian, Fran, Bob, Jim, Jeannette and Bob, and even Mickey, and ends with a couple of touching pieces of music.

Trinity UMC is closing

At Lark and Lancaster in Albany

TrinityTrinity UMC is closing. From the Times Union: “Church members voted May 4 at a Special Charge Conference to discontinue Trinity United Methodist Church, the last Methodist church in Albany.” I knew it was coming, but it still hurts, even though I left there a quarter of a century ago.

As I’ve almost certainly told before, I didn’t attend church much from when I left for college in 1971 until 1982. My grandmother Gertrude Williams had died on Super Bowl Sunday in Charlotte, NC, but her funeral wasn’t until May, held at the Trinity AME Zion Church in Binghamton, NY.  I sang in the choir and realised I missed singing in a church choir.

So, I started church shopping with my girlfriend at the time. In December 1982, a tenor from the choir named Gray Taylor stood in front of the congregation and announced that the choir was seeking more people. I said, “That’s what I was waiting to hear. ” In January 1983, I joined the choir.

Music

It was a good group, with 25-30 people singing. We’d participate in Christmas caroling sponsored by the local Business Improvement District. Many of us have kept in touch with each other even after I left the church in 2000. Indeed, a couple of them followed me to First Presbyterian.

I distinctly remember Eric Strand, a choir director in the early ’90s. We watched the Today Show when Bobby McFerrin performed a few songs from the Medicine Man album. A couple of years later, he had three of us sing the 23rd Psalm from that album. It was high in my range, so I sang it in falsetto; my now-wife said that somebody thought I must be gay, which I thought was absurd.

The administrative board decided to have an “interest” fair at the church, trying to get people to join small groups: knitting, card playing, or whatnot. Most of them didn’t stick, but one that did was a book club which lasted about a decade, once a month, ten months a year. I read many books  I might not have; specifically, I chose A Handmaid’s Tale when we had to read a novel. Most of the group were women, mostly a generation older than I, whom I was very fond of.

Once we had an intergenerational dance event. It must have been in the late ’80s, because I remember from some of the latter music included Bobby Brown’s My Perogative, with all the young kids, who are now about 50, dancing to it. I bought that Bobby Brown CD primarily in honor of that event.

Cathedral

I served as a docent for that building at least a few times. It’s a great building, and there are some very historic stained glass windows there. I learned a lot about the history of Methodism, from the racially tinged Central Jurisdiction to the 1968 merger of the Methodist Church and the United Brethren Church to form the UMC.

I was very involved in the lay leadership, serving on the Pastor-Parish Relations Committee. For a time, I was vice-chair of the Administrative Board; then the chair resigned, and I became chair.  At a different point, I chaired the Council on Ministries, which served as the engine of outreach activities. Our church would table on Lark Street at various events.

We occasionally engaged in different types of services. There was a Taize series, which is a very meditative format. The church had two different Spanish language congregations there in the ’90s, which the church wanted, but the cultural divide became problematic.

There were several opportunities for Bible study, often led by Jim Kalas. I also participated in something called Disciple, which was held at my then former girlfriend/now wife’s apartment, during which I read the entirety of the Bible in 34 weeks; reading the whole thing wasn’t required, but if you if you’re gonna read 48 chapters of Genesis you might as well read the other two, right?

Food, of course

A social group called the Ogden Fellowship met monthly, which featured a speaker; local newspeople Chris Kapostasy Jansing and the late Ed Dague spoke at a couple of them. Fran Allee was that event’s chief cook, although she encouraged others to prepare food. Twice, my future wife and I prepared Shepherd’s pie for 40.

I experienced love and marriage at Trinity more than once. For certain, there’s a lot more I could share.

I stopped attending Trinity in 2000 over the Troubles, though I returned to Trinity one last weekend, singing at the funeral of campus minister Frank Snow on a Saturday. The next day, the weather was such that First Pres was closed, but Trinity, two blocks away, was open, so I sang there.

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye

When there was a FOCUS service – First Pres and Trinity were both members – and it was held at Trinity, it was a tad awkward early on. Apparently, my choir music slot (#6, I was told) still had my name on it. Three and four years after my departure, people kept asking me when I would return to Trinity; that would never happen.

But I still feel enormously sad at the church’s demise. “On June 22, the church will host its last Sunday service, accompanied by a farewell video that members are encouraged to add to and share their favorite memories from the church.”

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