The House Chaplain
by Kitty Felde
In State of the Union, Fina encounters a man in a dog collar.
The priest looked familiar. I tried to imagine him in his priest uniform. “Wait a minute,” I said. “I know who you are. You’re the House Chaplain.”
“Guilty as charged. No arrows, please.”
“You say the prayer before the lawmakers start arguing about stuff,” I said.
“You must watch a lot of C-SPAN,” he said.
“Only when I have to. They have it on the office TV all the time. My father is Congressman Arturo Mendoza. From California.”
“Of course,” he said.
“So what do you do after you say your prayer on the House floor?”
“Play a little golf, have a picnic at the Franciscan Monastery, grab a beer at Tortilla Coast.”
“Really?”
“I wish,” he said. “No, the House Chaplain is a full-time job. There are lots of tough issues for lawmakers. I’m there to listen. And to advise.”
The House of Representatives has had a chaplain since 1789. The tradition actually began earlier than that when Jacob Duché, rector of Christ Episcopal Church in Philadelphia, was invited to say an opening prayer at the First Continental Congress. If you tune into C-SPAN early enough, you can hear it.
You may wonder how there can be prayer on the House Floor at all when there’s supposed to be a strict separation of church and state. That question was settled back in 1983 by the U.S. Supreme Court in a lawsuit brought by a member of the Nebraska State Legislature. The court decided that an opening prayer in Congress was a historical custom, rather than a religious ceremony.