Here's a debut guestie from Pastor Donna, and it's a great one.
Hi, y’all. I’m writing almost two weeks after a glorious week of 65° partly cloudy/partly sunny, gorgeous days on the East Coast of Scotland in St. Andrews, where I accompanied our oldest son, who graduated on July 1st. I recall OBX Dave suggested perhaps a post of the visit’s highlights, so thought I’d give it a “go” – first, to say, any of you who have not been to Scotland, you really must go. I joke that while some folks say they have a spirit animal, I have a spirit country, and it is Scotland. This was my 5th visit, and they get better and better every time. Even as this was a short one.
The main events happened on Tuesday with the graduation at 2:00 PM local time. It was one of two, as the university holds 2 graduations a day, for 5 days in a row. Massive tradition and pageantry with every single one.
The university was established in 1413, so 600 years of excellence (as they see it) to uphold in all the ways that they can. There are robes and stoles and Latin and speeches and great celebrations, and every student graduating wears a “hood” that really is more like a cape. And the hoods for students with a bachelor degree include fur.
The day started with the worship Service of Thanksgiving at 9:30 AM, which is much like a baccalaureate service over here. About thirty minutes of giving thanks for the joy of these days and a message to send the kids forward (so to speak). And this is where I was asked to preach. St. Salvator’s Chapel was built 600 some years ago; I was quite humbled to preach with its glorious stained glass, wooden carved seats, marble and stone all around, and its raised pulpit. And as the picture shows, the visual of the chaplain, Don McUwan, my son, and me, was somewhat comical. He is every bit of 6’6”, maybe taller, and then you can see Josiah and me.
The title of my sermon, It’s About Love, was extremely well-received. Josiah and I were touched that so many of his friends and their families attended the service, too, and now, a number of them have posted on Insta a tagline “#itsaboutlove” – I feel heard. If you’re at all interested, here is a link to the livestream of the service.
One really wild thing that happened is that a friend since junior high has a daughter who was in the sameprogram as Josiah. They met at W&M and realized how we are connected – her Dad and I being friends since 6th grade. And that I officiated the wedding of her parents a rather long time ago; they were one of the first couples I married actually, before I was ordained. They hired a magistrate for the legal part, and I led the rest of the service. Turns out, Taylor and Josiah became really good friends over the last 4 years, and her family all came for graduation. So, as I looked out to preach, on the front row, there they were. Who would’ve thought!
So, graduation commenced at 2:00, and the actual moment of graduation is when the Principal (Vice-chancellor – equivalent to President of Univ. over here) taps the students’ heads with a cap and speaks some Latin. She must be sick of that phrase by the end of 5 days, probably even the first day! As she does, the “hood” is dropped upon the student who has knelt down. The chief “mace-holder” (don’t know their official title), but they sure look smart!, drops the hoods on everyone.
The traditions that follow include:
1. All graduates walk around the quad several times while the deliriously happy family/friends are carrying-on with all manner of flowers, banners, balloons, drink, etc. And it’s a United Nations type crowd, as tons of students are from the U.S. and the rest of the world, kind of more than Scotland itself.
2. A huge garden party that is fabulously organized and filled with wonderful food and drink for all.
3. Massive picture-taking both “official” types and personal by everyone there with a phone.
4. Pub-crawling well into the next morning of all the grads with their friends.
St. Andrews is crazy crowded during all this time, both because of the University festivities but also because the Old Course Golf Club Resort is popping! I mean groups from 6 AM – 10 PM finishing. And that’s just that course. It’s super busy but all terrifically so. We got to stay right in the midst of town, so we were right there.
Regarding historic sites besides the University, we visited the Cathedral ruins, right next to the Pier & North Sea, and when we did, St. Rules Tower, finished in 1215, was open to climb. It had closed in 2020, and re-opened last year or so. Josiah hadn’t gotten to climb it while there. So, we did. It’s 168 narrow, spiral staircase steps to the top. And it provides panoramic views of the town.
Seeing West Sands Beach, the crisp coldness of the North Sea, where Chariots of Fire was filmed, and Castle/Cathedral Ruins of centuries ago, drinking in pubs with my oldest – life doesn’t get much better than that. By the way, do y’all know what “splitting the G” is? You probably do. (I didn’t.) It’s when drinking Guinness, if you drink out of a glass with its name, and you leave your sip with the beer level in the middle of the “G”.
As to golf, we thought the closest we’d get was eating in the Tom Morris Bar & Grill and going up to its Roof Garden, where you can see different sides of the Old Course and the golf. But, I went for walks in the later evening (the sun doesn’t go there right now until after 10:00!) and ended at the 1st/18th hole of the Old Course.
That is such an iconic place, and seeing groups finish there is really something. At first I had my phone out to take pictures, but then I put my phone down.
I was taken-in by the interaction of a caddy with his player. And the player’s set-up for each shot. And how those few of us watching really responded to what would happen. Like when the second shot would come in, and it would land 8-10 feet or so from the hole. That was something. And in the groups, the other players would really cheer for the person who had made such a shot. It was first-class fun, and I found myself drawn to really paying attention. I didn’t want pictures, I wanted to enjoy the moments as much as a spectator can.
I can’t remember if I’ve told this story to G:TB, but when I was 16, I went golfing with 3 friends, except I wasn’t playing. I was along for the day. But on the 5th hole, I think it was, I was standing about 8 feet in front of the hole, but way to the right, like 30-40 feet away easily but facing my friends. My friend hit the ball, off the very end of the club, and it drove right at me, so fast, square into my stomach. The impact was so hard that I fell to the ground in pretty serious pain. My friends found it hilarious at first; then they realized they better check on me. I was all right after a solid 10 minutes or so. But that incident had left a sourness in me about golf forever with regard to ever playing it. I do watch some majors, especially near their end, for the drama.
It was this trip to St. Andrews, though, sitting there at the first & final hole of this celebrated, historic Course that I experienced something different. It was cool. Special. So cheers to that!
The entire trip was marvelous! We are way too proud as parents. Of all our kids. Not sure what it’ll be like since our youngest will leave this fall now, and all of them will be gone, but we’re excited for their adventures. And I’m definitely ready for our next one to Scotland.
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