Rev. Msgr. John W. Sweeley, Th.D., better known as Jack, is a priest in the Catholic Apostolic
Church of Antioch. He is a member of the faculty of Sophia Divinity School
and an adjunct faculty member of the Renaissance Institute of The College of Notre Dame of Maryland. Additionally, he is the pastor of the Internet ministry St. James Catholic
Community which features a weekly Mass, Rosary, and social issues http://www.catholicmassonline.com
He is the author of Jesus in the Gospels: Man, Myth or God (University
Press of America - Out of Print), The Historical Jesus: Man, Myth or God (St. James
Press) and Rights, Liberties, and Social Justice: How America Lost its Morality (Blue
Dolphin Publications).
Other books Jack is currently working on include:
The Myth of the Happy,
Well Adjusted, Birth Natural Mother: Adoption, Relinquishment, and Closed Records as Punishment for Expression
of Female Sexuality and Control of Women’s Bodies
The Role and Rights of Women In Islam: Safe Harbor or Storm Tossed Sea
Archbishop Herman A. Spruit
and The Catholic Apostolic Church of Antioch: Independent Catholicism for the Twenty-First Century
The Gospel of Judas: Exoteric and
Esoteric Exegesis
Jack’s academic
credentials include a B.A. in social science from the University of Baltimore, an M.Ed. in counseling from Coppin State University, a C.A.S.E. in psycholinguistics
from the Johns Hopkins University,
an M.A. in theology from St. Mary’s Roman Catholic Seminary, an M.Div. in theology from Sophia
Divinity School, and a Th.D. in theology
from Sophia Divinity
School.
He is
an adoptee and adoptee rights activist with a special ministry to adoptees and birth mothers. He was born
at the Brightside Maternity Home and Orphanage in Northampton, Massachusetts and is the father of three adopted sons. When he found his birth mother he
also discovered he has a sister who conceived as a consequence of being raped who was forced to relinquish her son to adoption
by their mother just as their mother had been forced to relinquish him. After searching for over a year, Jack and his sister
found her son and he walked his mother down the aisle when she remarried. Jack’s birth father found him several
years ago but is now deceased as is his birth mother.
Additionally,
Jack is a life member of Bastard Nation: The Adoptee Rights Organization and a member of the Executive Committee of Massachusetts
Access Rights To All (MARTA). He sees the fight for adoptee rights as a matter of social justice predicated on Matthew 25:31-45
which is the summary of Jesus’ ethical and moral teaching. Consequently, he believes access to one’s original
birth certificate is both a God given and human right as articulated by the 1948 United Nations “Universal Declaration
of Human Rights” (Articles 2, 7, 12, 16) and the United Nations 1959 “Declaration of the Rights of the Child”
(Principles 1 and 3). The United States Congress refuses to ratify the "Declaration of the Rights of the Child" because Principles
1 and 3 are interpreted to mean it is the right of all children to know their biological parents and heritage which would
require both the unsealing of currently closed adoption records as well as the end of closing furture adoption
records.
As
such, he includes adoptee rights as a part of the courses he teaches as well as his seminars and lectures. He has had
several essays and poems that champion adoptee rights published in The Bastard Quarterly
and The Bastard Byline and was featured as the “Bastard in the Trenches”
in The Bastard Byline. Additionally, he has been published in such varied journals
as, The Journal for the Association for the Study of Perception; Christ’s Church Bulletin of Christ’s
College, Cambridge University,
Cambridge, England;
Touched by Adoption; and Baltimore’s
Child.
The Reluctant Scholar
I had always been a reluctant scholar.
Even that first day in Kindergarten is still clearly etched in my mind. Our teacher Mrs. Kennedy, a kindly, grandmotherly
figure talked soothingly to me as she unsuccessfully tried to pry my grip from my mother's skirt. Little
did I know that this day was to be the beginning of a long and undistinguished academic career which would eventually lead
me to the droning voice of Mr. Cox our senior class guidance counselor. But, I am ahead of the story.
I grew up in a small New England town called Greenfield which lies nestled between the Connecticut River and the Berkshire
Mountains of Western Massachusetts. Greenfield in the 1940's, 50's, and early 60's exemplified the values illustrated
in a Norman Rockwell painting of small town America. Some of my earliest memories are of going to parades with marching
bands and antique automobiles, Fourth of July picnics and the fireworks which followed, and a Native American we called "Warhorse"
who gave us chips off the huge chunks of ice he carried on his back when refrigerators were still ice boxes.
By the time I entered elementary school my father was teaching me to hunt and fish. We spent hours playing catch
and he taught me how to hit a baseball. At seven I was ready for Little League. Although I could hit quite well
I couldn't field with a bushel basket and quickly became my team's catcher.
My high school years passed all too quickly. I was a jock for all seasons: football, baseball, basketball, tennis
and golf. If a game had a ball in it - I played it. High school was a combination of extra curricular activities,
sports, and the Order of De Molay which is a Masonic organization for high school aged boys. Unfortunately, it was my
lack of interest in academics which had led me to Mr. Cox's office.
Mr. Cox droned on finally ending our meeting with the fateful words, "You were always a reluctant
scholar. Look at your SAT scores. No college will accept you. Maybe you can work in a gas station or join
the Army. You are not smart enough to go to college."
Mr. Cox was right. Well, almost right. I was admitted to the University of Tampa on probation and spent
the next nine years being a reluctant scholar at three different colleges in Florida before earning my B.A. in social science
at the University of Baltimore.
To my surprise graduate school became redemption for the reluctant scholar. My interests have always been eclectic
including education, criminal justice, linguistics, philosophy, and theology. I also approached my courses in graduate school
with the same intensity that I had invested in athletics. I found that far from being the reluctant scholar I enjoyed
a good argument in the Greek sense and that somewhere along the way I had developed a facility with language, research, and
writing that others had not.
I also discovered that my shotgun approach of taking classes scattered among many disciplines in undergraduate school
was not a sign of being unfocused but rather of being truly interested in many different fields. This gave me
the opportunity to approach problems from an interdisciplinary perspective. Consequently, I could link seemingly
unrelated aspects of one field to the issues of another resulting in a more comprehensive assessment of strategies applied
to problem solving.
The reluctant scholar has come full circle. I have been a teacher in elementary school, middle school, and
high school. I was also a professor and curriculum co-coordinator at Baltimore City Community College. My
book, Jesus in the Gospels: Man, Myth or God was published by University Press of America and has been reissued by
St. James Press as The Historical Jesus: Man, Myth or God. I am on the faculty of Sophia Divinity School and
an academic mentor to seminarians.
Spiritual Path
Among my earliest memories is going to church with my parents. According to the Anglo-Catholic Catechism
of the Episcopal Church it was our "bounden duty" to attend church every Sunday. To my mother this was not
a suggestion but a mandate from God. So, we attended St. James Episcopal Church every Sunday unless we couldn't
get our head off the pillow.
But my parents weren't just "Sunday Christians." My love of incense was nurtured by three hour Good Friday services
and by early elementary school I knew the "Seven Last Words" as well as my own name. My mother was active in the
Women's Circle and my father was a canvasser for the Every Member Canvas. Before we went on vacation we first made a
visit to the St. James Chapel for a family Mass and blessing.
As soon as I was old enough, I joined the Children’s' Choir and became an acolyte. As an acolyte I
was a candle bearer, server, thurifer, and crucifer. My senior year in high school I was given the honor of Master
Acolyte which meant I trained and supervised the boys who were just becoming acolytes. During elementary and
junior high school I played the roles of angel, shepherd, Magi, and Joseph in the Epiphany play. I was a member
of the Junior- Senior High School Episcopal Youth Fellowship and was elected president in my senior year.
During my freshman year at the University of Tampa I was elected Vice President of the Canterbury Association and its
representative to the colleges’ Religious Council. Our chaplain encouraged me to apply for the National Council
of Churches summer work-study program in Ghana, West Africa. Much to my surprise I was accepted as a participant.
That summer had a profound effect on my spiritual development. The first week was an orientation in New York
City. One of our group had a friend who invited the three of us to go to Harlem one night. When we arrived I discovered
we were at a mosque. After being frisked and removing our shoes we were escorted to our seats. By the time I realized
I was the only white person in the room a man slightly older than me took the podium and began to speak.
I was shocked! For the next hour and a half I was more than uncomfortable as he preached about slavery, slave
names, White Devils, Negro empowerment, and the demand that the United States cede three Southern states to “Negroes”
as reparation for slavery, segregation and all the injustices suffered by his people. However, perhaps the most shocking
declaration was that Christianity was the white man’s religion imposed on “Negroes” to keep them in their
place. In its place he preached that Islam was the one true religion of liberation that would meet the spiritual as
well as the temporal needs of “Negroes.”
After the crowd left the three of us were brought to a back room to meet this man. I learned that his name was
Malcolm X. When he looked at me I felt that he could see to the very depths of my soul. For the next hour he spoke of
many things and answered all of our questions. By the time we left I knew I had been in the presence of a man truly
touched by God.
We had been told that we would experience culture shock in Ghana but I was still not prepared. Although the people
spoke English, by the time we arrived at the small village of Agbosome where we were to help build a church and teach in the
Anglican school, I realized just how different the next months would be. Nothing was the same: food, shelter, using
an outhouse if available or simply disappearing into the bush, mixed gender bathing in public using a bucket of hot and a
bucket of cold, living with malaria, and that most of the time women were naked above the waist.
My first reaction was how primitive and atavistic this country and these people were. However, as I learned over
the next weeks nothing could be farther from the truth.
I gradually became aware of the deep spirituality of the Ghanaian people. Despite crushing poverty and a totalitarian
government ruled by a despot, there was no question the light of Christ burned brightly in their soul. I also learned
the true meaning of hospitality. It was a hospitality not born of obligation or duty but rather the kind practiced when
each person is regarded as being the image of Christ. I discovered that the material markers of success, happiness, and joy
are measured by love of family, neighbor, and God. This type of love is manifested by a generous spirit without regard
to self. By the time I returned home, I realized these “primitive” and “atavistic” people had
taught me more about what it meant to be a Christian and member of the human race than all the efforts of my parents and church.
I wasn't aware of it at the time but my freshman year in college had been the beginning of a ten year on again - off
again quest to obtain my bachelor’s degree. Although I remained active in the Episcopal Church, my thought of
becoming a priest was pushed aside by poor grades, work, marriage, and relocation.
Within a year of earning my bachelors degree I had earned my first graduate degree and was appointed to the faculty
of Baltimore City Community College. I enjoyed teaching but soon became restless. My mind kept returning to thoughts
of the priesthood.
I approached the bishop, went through the evaluation process, was accepted as a Postulant, and applied to General Theological
Seminary. After a visit to GTS over Christmas vacation I was accepted but the bishop told me he could only offer financial
assistance if I went to Virginia Theological Seminary. As my belief system was Anglo Catholic
I did not feel that in conscience I could attend a Protestant Episcopal seminary and declined the bishop's offer. He
told me the door would always be open.
Two years later there was a new bishop. He sent me for an updated psychological evaluation and agreed to
send me to General Theological Seminary. I resigned my faculty position and put my house on the market. Shortly
thereafter I received a letter from the bishop stating that he had withdrawn his support. No reason was given.
The letter said I could go to seminary but their was no guarantee of ordination when I returned.
When the bishop finally agreed to meet with me he told me the reason he had withdrawn his support was that I had told
the psychologist that I had been in an adversarial relationship with my mother since I was seven years old. He then told me
that he could not have a priest who did not love his mother. I told him the issue had nothing to do with my not
loving her. I reminded him I was adopted and the fact was that there could not be two more mismatched people more antagonistic
to one another than my mother and I. Was he saying that I was to be denied priesthood for being honest? His response
was yes.
I was bitter and angry. I felt the bishop was unfair. I was devastated and felt betrayed by the church
I loved so dearly. In my heart I knew God had called me, and continued to call me, to the priesthood. My
feelings of anger and betrayal were so great I stopped going to church for several years.
During the middle 1970's my wife was a member of a music group in a Roman Catholic Church. I volunteered
to play guitar and a couple of years later my wife decided she wanted to join the Roman Catholic Church. With no hope
of becoming a priest in the Episcopal Church I joined her.
I spent the next 25 years as a practicing Roman Catholic performing in several different churches. My interest
in theology soon returned and I attended St. Mary's Roman Catholic Seminary as a day student in the School of Theology through
St. Mary's Ecumenical Institute where I earned a graduate degree in theology.
My experience at St. Mary's again confirmed to me that God had called me to be a priest. But how could this be?
I was settled in the Roman Catholic Church, married, and had children. I investigated the Permanent Deaconate but
discerned it was not for me. Yet, no matter how hard I tried I could not put priesthood out of my mind.
In my soul I knew God was still calling me to the priesthood.
I had always enjoyed writing and in 1995 decided I would put my seminary years to benefit by writing a book.
However, to be credible I knew I needed a doctorate. The closest school which offered a doctorate in theology was
Catholic University of America. It was an hour's drive away and with young children I did not feel I could make a three
to four year commitment taking time away from my family.
So, I began to search the Internet for a seminary where I could earn a doctorate by distance learning. I soon
discovered there were many but they were all Evangelical. Then one night my wife called me to her computer. On the web
site was the question, Do you want to become a Catholic priest? She had found the web site for the Catholic Apostolic
Church of Antioch – Malabar Rite. The page had a link to Sophia Divinity School which is the seminary of the Church
of Antioch and the seminary offered a Doctor of Theology Degree by distance learning.
As I look back over my life at the roadblocks which prevented me from becoming a priest in the Episcopal
Church as well as my years in the Roman Catholic Church I see them as a blessing. I didn't understand it at the time
but all of my frustrations and disappointments were God's crucible for tempering and preparing me for priesthood. He
had a plan for me and it was to lead me to where he wanted me to be: a priest in the Church of Antioch.