Someone To Look Up To
It has been my good fortune to meet innumerable interesting people over the course of my life and career. Some were well-known, others well to know. One of my favorites was Rev. William Sloane Coffin. He is now deceased, and the world is a lesser place because of it.
Coffin was a person who possessed tremendous personal charisma, backed up by a clear awareness of what was happening in the world, why it was happening and how lives were affected. He also expressed himself with directness that cleanly cut through any nonsense. He was a person of joyous faith, funny and generous in spirit. I noticed in reading his books and hearing him speak that he liked to use quotations to emphasize his points. His favorite seemed to be, “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely,” a sentiment attributed to Lord Acton.
Rev. Coffin served as chaplain at Yale University during the tumultuous days of Vietnam and the Civil Rights Movement, and took an active role as a witness for peace. He was the senior minister at Riverside Church in New York for a good while, and spent some time in Washington as the president of a peace organization. I spent time with him in New York, St. Louis, and Washington.
Twice I was able to arrange for Coffin to meet with William Penn House groups during my tenure as Executive Director. The first time was a gathering of my ministerial colleagues from the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) of the Capital Area Region. Coffin came to WPH and we all sat around the downstairs meeting room for an hour or two having a free-for-all discussion. It was great.
His second visit was with a group of seminary students attending our biennial Historic Peace Churches Seminarians Conference. Friends, Mennonites and Brethrens gathered, but the group was large enough that we couldn’t house them all at WPH. Half of the group used accommodations provided in the basement of a Capitol Hill church. The meeting with Coffin occurred there.
As I waited for him to show up that evening, I stood on the sidewalk outside the church visiting with several of the students. A taxi pulled up and I said, “I believe Rev. Coffin has arrived.” The students all scurried back inside the church, Coffin stepped out of the cab, and we exchanged greetings. He laughed as he said he was just coming from an event where a person received some award or other. “She’s for peace, dammit!” Coffin said, his eyes full of fun. I knew just what he meant, a kind of holier-than-thou attitude I occasionally observed among “peace” people outmaneuvering each other for the moral high ground. The peace game can become very competitive at times.
The group had a lively discussion with Coffin that night, and I noticed as I sat next to him that he turned toward me when he made his more radical comments. I was glad that in some small way I made him feel safe. Following the program, he was very gracious as numerous students approached him for a personal word.
Finally, I asked him, “Can I drop you somewhere?” “You’ve got a car? You’re sure you don’t mind?” “Just tell me where you want to go.” It turned out he was living at the time a block or two off of Connecticut Avenue NW, so we set off together into the Washington night.
It was a rare privilege for me to spend time alone in the car with Coffin, engrossed in a wonderful conversation, driving by the illuminated national monuments, startlingly crisp and bright against the dark sky, past the Kennedy Center, the Watergate Apartments, and along the suddenly wooded and steep-cliffed Rock Creek Parkway. We talked about preaching, about some places he recently visited, a little about my experiences in ministry. When we finally reached our destination I was sorry the moment was over, but thankful another special memory entered the files. It was a very good night, my favorite during my time at William Penn House.
I have a small picture of William Sloane Coffin on a bookshelf in my office, and I always smile when I look at it.