July 8, 2024
We thank Alden Fossett, seminarian at Yale Divinity School and postulant in the Diocese of Massachusetts for this meditation. It was written with Juneteenth in mind and is a worthy reflection for any day of the year.
And since it is because within this sheet of paper you now hold the best of the South which is dead, and the words you read were written upon it with the best (each box said, the very best) of the new North which has conquered and which therefore, whether it likes it or not, will have to survive, I now believe you and I are, strangely enough, included among those who are doomed to live.
— From the fourth chapter of Absalom, Absalom! (1936) by William Faulkner
First, there was the Watch Night service. December 31, 1862, also known as Freedom’s Eve: that vigil held in secret and sustained by profound faith. Enslaved people huddled and alive, praying in the sanctuary or else in the brush, keeping watch on the threshold, waiting for the sun to rise and usher in 1863, when “all persons held as slaves … are, and henceforward shall be free.”1 Continue reading