"I have the highest regard for FEM," he said, in a gentle voice.
"Most people do," Kirsten said, but now she seemed genuinely pleased. "Does the Episcopal Church allow the ordination of women?"
"For the priesthood?" the bishop said. "It hasn't come yet but it is coming."
"Then I take it you personally approve."
"Certainly." He nodded. "I have taken an active interest in modernizing the standards for male and female deacons .. for one, I will not allow the term 'deaconess' to be used in my diocese; I insist that both male and female deacons be referred to as deacons. The standardization of educational and training bases for male and female deacons will make it possible later on to ordain female deacons to the priesthood. I see this as inevitable and I am working actively for it."
"Well, I am really pleased to hear you say this," Kirsten said. "Then you differ markedly from the Catholic Church." She set down her wine glass. "The pope-"
"The Bishop of Rome," Bishop Archer said. "That is what he actually is: the Bishop of Rome. The Roman Catholic Church; our church is a catholic church as well."
"They won't ever ordain women, you think?" Kirsten said.
"Only when the Parousia is here," Bishop Archer said.
"What is that?" Kirsten said. "You'll have to excuse my ignorance; I really have no religious background or inclinations."
"Neither do I," Bishop Archer said. "I only know that, as Malebranche said, 'It is not I who breathes but God who breathes in me.' The Parousia is the Presence of Christ. The catholic church, of which we are a part, breathes and breathes only through the living power of Christ; he is the head of which we are the body. 'Now the Church is his body, he is the head,' as Paul said. It is a concept known to the ancient world and one we can understand."
"Interesting," Kirsten said.
"No, it is true," the bishop said. "Intellectual matters are interesting and so are odd factual things, such as the amount of salt produced by a single mine. This that I speak of is a topic that determines not what we know but what we are. We have our life through Jesus Christ. 'He is the image of the unseen God and the first-born of all creation, for in him were created all things in heaven and on earth, everything visible and everything invisible, Thrones, Dominations, Sovereignties, Powers-all things were created through him and for him. Before anything was created, he existed, and he holds all things in unity."' The bishop's voice was low and intense; he spoke evenly, and as he spoke he gazed directly at Kirsten, and I saw her return his gaze, in almost a stricken way, as if she both wanted to hear and did not want to hear, fearing and fascinated. Many times I had heard Tim preach at Grace Cathedral and he now addressed her, one person, with the same intensity that he brought to bear on great masses of people. And yet it was all for her.
There was silence for a moment.
"A lot of the priests still say 'deaconess,' " Jeff said. He shuffled awkwardly. "When Tim isn't around."
I said to Kirsten, "Bishop Archer is probably the strongest supporter of women's rights in the Episcopal Church."
"Actually, I think I've heard that," Kirsten said. She turned to me and said calmly, "I wonder-do you suppose-"
"I'd be glad to address your organization," the bishop said. "That's why we're having lunch." Reaching into his coat pocket, he brought out his black notebook. "I'll take your phone number and I promise to call you within the next few days. I'll have to consult with Jonathan Graves, the bishop suffragan, but I'm sure I'll be able to find time for you."
"I'll give you both my number at FEM," Kirsten said, "and my home phone number. Do-" She hesitated. "Do you want me to tell you something about FEM, Bishop?"
"Tim," Bishop Archer said.
"We are not militant in the conventional sense of-"
"I'm quite familiar with your organization," Bishop Archer said. "I want you to consider this. 'If I have all the eloquence of men or of angels, but speak without love, I am simply a gong booming or a cymbal clashing. If I have the gift of prophecy, understanding all the mysteries there are, and knowing everything, and if I have faith in all its fullness, to move mountains, but without love, then I am nothing at all.' First Corinthians, chapter thirteen. As women, you find your place in the world out of love, not animosity. Love is not limited to the Christian, love is not just for the church. If you wish to conquer us, show us love and not scorn. Faith moves mountains, love moves human hearts. The people opposing you are people, not things. Your enemy is not men but ignorant men. Don't confuse the men with their ignorance. It has taken years; it will take years more. Don't be impatient and don't hate. What time is it?" He looked around, suddenly concerned. "Here." He passed a card to Kirsten. "You call me. I have to be going. It was nice meeting you."
He left us then. I realized after he had gone, very suddenly realized, that he had forgotten to pay the check.
3
THE BISHOP OF CALIFORNIA spoke to the members of FEM and then talked their governing board out of two thousand dollars as a contribution to the church's fund for world famine, really a nominal sum and for a meritorious cause. It took a while for the news that Tim was seeing Kirsten socially to percolate down to Jeff and me. Jeff was simply amazed. I thought it was funny.
It did not even strike Jeff as funny that his father had shaken two thousand dollars loose from FEM. He had seen a free speech looming up; that hadn't come to pass. He had anticipated friction and dislike between his father and my friend Kirsten. That had not come to pass either. Jeff did not understand his own father.
The way I found out was through Kirsten, not Tim. I got a phone call the week following Tim's speech. Kirsten wanted to go shopping with me in San Francisco.
When you're dating a bishop you do not tell everybody in town. Kirsten spent hours fussing with dresses and blouses and tops and skirts, at store after store before even hinting at what was going on. My promised silence was secured in advance by means of oaths more elaborate than those of the Rosicrucians. Telling me was ten percent of the fun; she strung the revelation out, seemingly forever. We were, in fact, all the way down at the Marina before I fathomed what she had been hinting at.
"If Jonathan Graves finds out," Kirsten said, "Tim will have to resign."
I could not even remember who Jonathan Graves was. The disclosure seemed irreal; I thought at first that she was joking and then I thought she was hallucinating.
"The Chronicle would put it on page one," Kirsten said, in a solemn tone. "And on top of the heresy trial-"
"Jesus Christ!" I said. "You can't sleep with a bishop!"
"I already have," Kirsten said.
"Who else have you told?"
"Nobody else. I'm not sure if you should tell Jeff. Tim and I talked it over. We couldn't decide."
We, I thought. You destructive bitch, I thought. To get laid you'd ruin a man's entire life, a man who knew Dr. King and Bobby Kennedy and determines the opinion of-my opinion, to name one person.
"Don't look so upset," Kirsten said.
"Whose idea was it?"
"Why should it make you angry?"
"Was it your idea?"
Kirsten said calmly, "We discussed it."
After a minute I began to laugh. Kirsten, annoyed at first, presently joined me; we stood on the grass by the edge of the bay, laughing and holding onto each other. Passing people regarded us with curiosity. "Was it any good?" I managed to say finally. "I mean, what was it like?"
"It was terrific. But now he has to confess."
"Does that mean you can't do it again?"
"It just means he has to confess again."
"Aren't you going to go to hell?"