Goodbye, Priscilla…
The author (left) with the Reverend Priscilla Inkpen (right) at the 2006 Naropa University Commencement Ceremony in Boulder, CO, May 2006. Photo by James Fisher.
Earlier today, I received the very sad news that one of my teachers from Naropa University days, Priscilla Inkpen, passed away two nights ago after a long battle with cancer.
Priscilla was an ordained minister in the United Church of Christ who did a variety of work in parish, peace, and campus ministries. She was also a plaintiff in the lawsuit which overturned Colorado’s nationally notorious, anti-gay “Amendment 2″. At Naropa, she served for many years as Assistant Dean of Students and Diversity Affairs Student Advocate. In addition, she participated in the Buddhist-Christian Dialogues Conference that took place at Naropa in 2005, representing Christianity right alongside such equally inspiring thinkers as Father Thomas Keating and Mother Tessa Bilecki.
In my second year as a Master of Divinity (M.Div.) student at Naropa, I took a class with Priscilla on “Contemplative Christianity.” (Those of you who followed my former, now defunct blog from years back might recall a post with the text of a paper I wrote about similarities in the works of real-life friends Henri Nouwen and Fred Rogers. I wrote that paper for Priscilla’s class.) I also worked with her frequently in my capacity as a chaplain intern on campus.
While we weren’t close friends, we were certainly friendly, and I’ve thought of her often since I left Naropa. Priscilla meant a lot to me. In particular, I can’t possibly convey here how much I always appreciated it when she would see me on campus in the summer of ’05 and ask me how things were going with my first unit of Clinical Pastoral Education (C.P.E.) at a local hospital. Having been through C.P.E. herself, Priscilla was sensitive to what my colleagues and I were going through. She knew what to ask and what to say. Her understanding about that process and small expressions of care really touched me. In fact, the more time passes, the more I realize just how sustaining moments like those I shared with her were.
The way she shared so much of herself in class was very inspiring to me too. She spoke candidly about her struggles and deeply felt experiences as a Christian. And Priscilla sang. If we looked at something that could be sung, whether it was a psalm or a hymn or a poem, she would sing it for us. Priscilla was so unabashed in her enthusiasm for song that she set a really affecting example for those of us lucky enough to be around her. Everything about her seemed to say, “Don’t be ashamed of who you are and what you have to offer.”
I’m sad that she’s gone now, but I know her effect on the students she served will be felt for a long, long time. If you need any proof, just take a look at this footage from a serenade last week…


