Seminary Journal 2008 (August) - Virginia Theological Seminary
Seminary Journal 2008 (August) - Virginia Theological Seminary
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Good morning.<br />
Separation of church and state<br />
has never really worked for me. I have<br />
covered the White House and politics<br />
in this town since 1974. Even the choice<br />
of which church I attended in Washington<br />
was governed in great part by<br />
the fact that I was covering the White<br />
House.<br />
When I joined the ABC News<br />
team, as the junior one I had to work<br />
weekends. I would spend every Sunday<br />
morning at eleven o’clock in the<br />
last row at St. John’s Church, Lafayette<br />
Square, where President Ford would<br />
go to church every week. I was the<br />
weekend reporter who had to travel<br />
with him.<br />
We would be seated in the last<br />
row on the left-hand side next to the<br />
White House doctor and the White<br />
House military aide, who carried the<br />
football with the nuclear codes in it.<br />
Every week I would sit there in the<br />
back row of St. John’s. A couple of<br />
years later, when I met Bill Hughes<br />
and we decided to get married, I went<br />
to my friend John Harper, the legendary<br />
rector of St. John’s. He said fi ne,<br />
and St. John’s has been home for us,<br />
for our family, since that time.<br />
The fi rst Sunday after I’d gone<br />
to see John, Bill and I showed up for<br />
The <strong>Virginia</strong> <strong>Seminary</strong> Forum on Faith, Work & Vocation<br />
We are called into being by God, and our vocation is to be God’s in all that we are and do. Faith and vocation are<br />
centered in worship, but they are lived out in the workplace. Since 1994, <strong>Virginia</strong> <strong>Seminary</strong> has offered a series<br />
of forums for laypersons living or working in the Washington area, and gathers these persons together with<br />
speakers whose insights into Faith, Work, and Vocation may help inform our own lives.<br />
February 27, 2007<br />
Ann Compton<br />
ABC News White House Correspondent<br />
Ann Compton has covered six presidents during her distinguished career and has served as a panelist for presidential debates.<br />
While she is the recipient of numerous journalism awards, the recognition she treasures most is from the National Mothers<br />
Day Committee, which named her Mother of the Year in 1988.<br />
the eleven o’clock service, forgetting it<br />
was the end of Daylight Savings Time.<br />
So we got there at ten, and our punishment<br />
was we got to carry the elements<br />
down for Communion an hour later.<br />
And we have been hooked ever since.<br />
St. John’s has been a wonderful<br />
place. They had a big baby boom<br />
and the nursery used to just overfl ow<br />
with kids, so one mother would be<br />
volunteer mother-of-the-week up in the<br />
nursery with the professional staff. We<br />
had six cribs going.<br />
We always have a live baby<br />
Jesus on Christmas Eve. My youngest,<br />
Michael, made it a speaking part his<br />
year! My oldest, Bill, who was very<br />
reluctant to participate in the pageant,<br />
one year was asked if he would be the<br />
shepherd who would help lead a big<br />
stuffed camel down the aisle. There<br />
were two parishioners inside the camel,<br />
both very, very tall. Billy was told,<br />
“As you come down the aisle, pretend<br />
that you really have to pull this camel<br />
hard. This camel does not want to go<br />
up to the front of the church.” And so<br />
Billy was really acting, but with one<br />
good jerk on the way down the aisle,<br />
the head came off the camel. I said,<br />
“That’s it! When I write my memoirs,<br />
the title is: And Then the Head Came Off<br />
the Camel.”<br />
I am always impressed that<br />
St. John’s is known as a “neighborhood<br />
church,” because really there’s<br />
only one person who lives in the<br />
neighborhood, and that’s the president.<br />
It may be very true that every<br />
president since Madison, I think, has<br />
worshipped at least once or twice at<br />
St. John’s. The rest of us come some<br />
distances to go there.<br />
My second president was a determined<br />
Baptist. Jimmy Carter went<br />
up Connecticut Avenue to the O Street<br />
Baptist Church every week.<br />
The tour buses in Washington<br />
would pull up in front of the church<br />
at about ten minutes before ten every<br />
Sunday morning and disgorge dozens<br />
of tourists who would fi ll up the balcony<br />
so they could see the President<br />
of the United States teaching Sunday<br />
School. I went occasionally when I<br />
was a reporter, but I didn’t go as a<br />
regular basis.<br />
One Saturday night, I was<br />
sitting at home in Georgetown with<br />
my beloved college roommate who<br />
had come to visit for the weekend.<br />
The phone rang. It was Fred Greg, the<br />
fellow at the O Street Baptist Church<br />
who ran the Sunday School. He said, “I<br />
bet right now you’re asking yourself, ‘I<br />
wonder what the lesson is for tomor-<br />
88 VIRGINIA SEMINARY JOURNAL AUGUST 2007