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Monday, October 5, 2020

Sermon: Exodus/Wilderness Series, "Spiritual but not religious? Puhhhhhlease!" October 4, 2020


A Exodus 4 SJUCC World Wide Communion 2020 
Exodus 12:1-15a 
October 4, 2020 

           Rev. Dr. Lillian Daniel, a United Church of Christ author and pastor out of First Congregational Church UCC in Dubuque, Iowa, wrote a very popular column for many pastors some years ago that she parlayed into a popular book.  When it was posted on Facebook, I wrote, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”  Several others wrote, “Finally!”  Or “Preach!” or “wise words.”  Her book sparked a conversation that first led to much acclaim but later went through some backlash as people started to hear her words judgmental and grumpy against people who no longer find involvement in the institutional church meaningful.

Rev. Daniel is part of a UCC writer’s group and a regular contributor to the UCC website.  This particular article was titled, “Spiritual but not religious?  Please stop boring me.”[1]  She wrote about a nightmare most any pastor has faced.  Tracy and I have each had this experience.  You end up on an airplane sitting next to a stranger who finds out you are a pastor.  Oh, no—trapped, especially if you are in a window seat.  These conversations, inevitably, go one of two ways.  One, the person believes their brand of Christianity is the same as yours and spends the rest of the plane ride telling you what’s what in the world . . . assuming you agree.  Or, two, and this is what Rev. Daniel experienced, the person tells you that they are spiritual but not religious and they can find God much more easily in a beautiful sunset.

           Rev. Daniel effectively rolls her eyes at this statement, wondering if the person recognizes that pastors and congregational members are also sometimes released out of their church buildings, into the wild, to also see beautiful sunsets.  It is easy, Rev. Daniel believes, to follow the popular culture and claim an individual and private spirituality in sunsets.  “There is nothing challenging,” she writes, “having deep thoughts all by oneself.”  The tough part is to work through and cross-stitch and darn community together in a local church setting where people can call you on your stuff, or, “heaven forbid, disagree with you.”  Please stop boring me with your culturally-laden, individualistic, private spirituality.  Do the hard work to weave together community when people have their annoying habits, call you on your stuff, and never seem to have a positive word for the things you contribute.  And do it all with declining budgets and numbers in the mainline church.  Do the hard work of using warp and weft to create a beautiful tapestry. 

           Indeed, the literal meaning of the root word for religion means “to bind together.”  So maybe Rev. Daniel has it right.  To claim to be spiritual and not religious may suggest that a person is not only interested in the private meaning a sunset can offer, but also wants to avoid all the messiness of what it means to be in human relationship.  How do we work through those oppositional, naysaying, hypocritical betrayers anyway?  Sometimes that is the very difficult work of community quilting or church.

           Part of what Rev. Daniel is saying is that one may fall out of bed and be spiritual, but being religious requires our hard work and intention.   We are a healthy community when, through hard work and intention, we learn how to bind together by how we challenge each other, sing in harmony, disagree with each other, and, finally, find mutual meaning.  Conflict in all the beauty of God’s given diversity is inevitable.  Continuing unhealthy habits, patterns, and ways of being that lead to avoiding conflict at all costs is not what brings healing, repair, and the darning we need to continue our community pilgrimage.

           I think there are very good reasons why people no longer find the institutional church meaningful.  I get that.  I do think, however, Rev. Daniel reminds us that sometimes people are leaving the institutional church out of a wider cultural narrative that wrongly lauds individualism over necessary hard communal work.  This “spirituality” too often circles the wagons to make sure me and mine are taken care of . . .  but I’m not so sure I am all that concerned about you and yours. 

I think Rev. Daniel rightly observes that sometimes institutional churches are suffering losses because community work is hard work—across race, gender, class, sexuality, and age groups.  Finding the joy in our differences takes time and effort.  And though we may be able to observe the transcendent beauty and color of a sunset alone, God created us to share in our joy and our pain, that our joy and pain might be more meaningful, truthful, and whole when that joy or pain is mutual.

           Some years ago, when we lived just outside of Rockford, Illinois, our family was honored to be invited to the family Passover meal of Rabbis Binah and Shlomoe Wing.  Binah was the first-ever female rabbi in Rockford, Illinois, and she became one of my closest colleagues

Often in contrast to the silent, individual reflection of our sacred meal, this sacred Passover meal had noisy and playful children involved, the laughter of friends and family, and the telling of communal pain and joy.  We also had good brisket!

Today we share in a mutual meal, a special meal, a meal we say is a sacrament within our tradition.  We believe this special meal says something about us corporately, as a community and a church.  In the midst of the separation and distance of pandemic, in the incredible amount of hard work and good intention found at St. John’s United Church of Christ, what does this special meal and how we celebrate it say about us? 

What do your special meals say about you and your family?  Who is invited?  Who is not?  What food is served?  Where does that food come from?  Who makes it?  How is it prepared and presented?  How does the meal begin?  What words can you expect to hear at every one of these special meals?  Is there any order to how the food is served?  How are children and youth included or not included?  How are children and youth mentored into full adulthood through placement around or at a different table, in conversation, and through questions asked of them?  What questions do children and youth get to ask?  Does the meal say something not only about your family’s identity but about your community or national identity?  (For example, a Thanksgiving Dinner can say something not only about our family but also about our religious and national history and identity.)  In the Mulberry family, historically, Thanksgiving Dinner was about plugging into your patriotism and the timing of the National Football League.  As a pastor just west of two Native American reservations, I learned that Thanksgiving Dinner meant re-lived pain and trauma.  So critical questions about meaning were always asked.

           All of these are questions the Jewish Passover seeks to answer.    After 430 years of slavery, of someone and something else telling the Children of Israel who they were and who they would be, who God is, and, most importantly, who they were and were to be in the future in relationship with God, God wants them to imagine who they are differently.  God wants the Children of Israel to memorialize what it takes to be a free and liberated people.  They are not slaves.  And they are not to develop an identity, policies and practices, that make them slaveholders.

           In the Passover, bitter herbs are eaten and food prepared to represent the bricks and mortar of slavery.  Unleavened bread is made to remind them that this holy time was also a time when they had to get-out-of-Dodge quick, no time to wait for any bread to rise, and that the whole meal  was to be eaten with a sense of trepidation and fear.  If you think the same God who would not take Pharaoh’s b.s. in cruelty and torture is somehow going to make you exceptional and take your cruelty and torture b.s., you are sadly mistaken—that’s what the trepidation and fear is all about. 

Eggs are a symbol of life and mean a multitude of things.  Eggs are a reminder of the loss of Egyptian life, the mourning done by Egyptian parents .  But the egg also represents that the longer the Hebrew people were cooked in oppression, the harder and stronger they became.

           Every year the Jewish people say words that remind them that they were once aliens and immigrants in Egypt, so they should treat aliens and immigrants with special care and protection in their land. 

Children are included and invited to ask questions so that the simple truths of the story can be told once more.  They are included in play and fun, an important part of children’s spirituality, as they hide some of the unleavened bread.  An empty chair is left to leave a place for the prophet Elijah, a prophet from another era, who re-called the people to their highest values of remembering those must vulnerable.  In leaving that empty chair, the prophet Elijah is invited to every Passover.

Rabbi Shai Held writes that the Passover, this special meal described in Exodus 12, teaches the deepest truth of who God is—“the God of the downtrodden and degraded.”[2]  By participating in the Passover meal then, Jewish people remember that they are created in the image of God, participate in that image, and become a people who care for the weak, free the wrongfully imprisoned, and raise up the cast down.

           One of the final acts of many Passover meals, not the one we attended, but many, is to eat the food reclining, a way of recognizing that the Jewish people are slaves no more and that God does not intend for them to be slaves.  God wants, intends, and desires their freedom, leisure, and rest.  So eat Passover reclining in leisure, mindful you are no longer slaves, and God desires your rest.

           The Passover, Rabbi Held writes, is a counter to the despair and hopelessness of those who say that nothing ever changes and that the status quo will hold.  Generation after generation, after hundreds of years, these slaves are dehumanized and have the dignity beaten out of them.  Nothing will change.  This is the way of the world.  But then, the meal says, after eating the bitter herbs of slavery for so long, everything changes.  And the meal is eaten year after year, and this simple story is told, Rabbi Held writes, “until every slave is freed and all oppression is rooted out.”

           Knowing that this is the special meal, Passover, out of which our special meal, the Sacrament of Holy Communion, is based, through hard work and intention, we must collectively decide not only what this special meal means for us now but what it calls us to be in the future. 

           Exodus 12 reminds the Jewish people that, in Passover, they are not only called to be a spiritual people but also a religious people, tied together in a single garment of destiny.  The signs and wonders of God are not experienced and explained isolated as individuals but tied together as a community.  As we receive communion today, celebrating with Christians around the world as we do so, what words and actions tell us who we are, who we are in relation to one another, who God is, and who God is in relation to us, and finally, what we are called to be in the world.  Told again and again, what is our simple story? 

As Rev. Dr. Lillian Daniel wrote, anyone can be spiritual and think deep thoughts alone but how boring is that?   We are St. John’s United Church of Christ in Jackson, Michigan.  We call each other on our stuff.  We disagree with one another.  World Communion Sunday calls us to the table to do the hard work together.  We will work toward mutual meaning so that all of the world might know that we are Christians—not only by the deep meaning we find in sunsets alone, but in our shared joy and pain, by our love.  And as we do so, God is praised.  Amen. 



[1]Rev. Lillian Daniel, “Spiritual but not religious?  Please stop boring me.”  http://www.ucc.org/feed-your-spirit/daily-devotional/spiritual-but-not-religious.html, August 31, 2011.

[2]Rabbi Shai Held, “The Deepest Truth About God:  How the Exodus teaches is about ethical passion.” http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/2000/01/The-Deepest-Truth-About-God.aspx

Monday, October 5, 2015

Fourth Sunday in Creation Lectionary, World Communion Sunday, Mountain, October 4, 2015

B Creation 4 Mountain BFC 2015
Isaiah 65:17-25
October 4, 2015
Photo taken by congregational member, Edward Barta

           Our tradition begins with a shepherd who turns aside from his regular shepherding duties, to investigate fire on the mountain.  Moses makes what must have been a difficult journey, filled with danger and struggle, up the mountain to have an encounter with God.  He is transformed by the experience.  This fire on the mountain is at the heart of religious mystical experience and may be why many of you are here.  Benedictine monk, David Steindl-Rast explains, “’Religion,’ he says, ‘is like an erupting volcano: the lava flowing down the sides of the mountain – fiery, powerful, dangerous, gushing forth red hot from the depths of mystical consciousness.’ But the stream of lava quickly cools off. A couple hundred years pass, and what was once alive is now dead rock, devoid of all traces of life. ‘Doctrine becomes doctrinaire. Morals become moralistic. Ritual becomes ritualistic . . . All are layers of ash deposits and volcanic rock that separate us from the fiery magma deep down below.’”[1]
          Steindl-Rast claims that every religion begins with a powerful mystical insight—a deep connection or communion with the Ultimate Reality.   In this time when the Pew Research study report tells us that more and more people are identifying with no religion at all, Rabbi Sharon Brous believes that we are called to a holy climb and excavation to recapture that fire.   As I know it to be true of this historic, prophetic, and courageous congregation, Rabbi Brous knows that those fire on the mountain experiences can be found in her congregation:

I know that many of you have had such an experience – maybe at Yosemite. Perhaps in labor and delivery, or the ICU or even at the breakfast table. I hope at least a few have had one here, at some point in our davening together, [in this Jewish Ikar congregation] . . . . When the moment comes - pure and unexpected and powerful – you desperately want to hold onto the feeling. You want to find a way to feel its reverberations, its power, even long afterward. So you create a container – call it a religious system - that you hope will hold the sacred experience.[2]

What has happened, Rabbi Brous believes, is that too often the container becomes an obstacle to our way back to the fire on the mountain.  It becomes no longer a journey, no longer a pilgrimage, no longer a climb, but coated with layer after layer of hard, dead rock.  The lava cools.  The container is no longer a vehicle toward surprise and spiritual power and soul.  Religion becomes rote and perfunctory, unwilling to climb, scratching the surface of ash—no life, no passion, no spiritual challenge.  We intone the ritual without the climbing, and danger, and sacrifice.
Rev. Scotty McLennan, the Tufts University chaplain who inspired Doonesbury cartoonist Gary Trudeau’s character, Scotty Sloan, wrote about the spiritual journey as a pilgrimage up a spiritual mountain.  McLennan suggests that, for the most part, all spiritual journeys end up at the same summit of the spiritual mountain.  McLennan believes though that spirituality these days has us spending quite a bit of time at the base of the mountain deciding which path we will take.  Few of us reach the summit, ever reach any spiritual depth, McLennan suggests, because we want to explore each and every path at the base of the mountain.  We do not plumb the depth or scale the heights of our own tradition, rather we sample at the snot shields of what I call the “progressive buffet.”  Afraid something of ourselves might become a part of the buffet, we sample at a safe distance, rarely investing, rarely scaling the heights of our own tradition.  We become intrigued by a little of this and a little of that. 
 I pastored a UCC church several years ago that wanted to teach their children one week about Tibetan prayer flags, the next week the Islamic hajj, and perhaps the following week the Bahai want to recognize the prophet God gives us in each age.  “Pick a path and start walking,” McLennan advises, whether that path be Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, pagan, Bahai, or any other great tradition.[3]  Get up the mountain!  Stop sampling the “progressive buffet” around the base of the mountain!  Like the generations who are abandoning traditions that are cold and hard and ash, we should all recognize that faith is to be abandoned when it offers nothing but dead rock.  “Religion left to itself,” writes Steindl-Rast, “turns irreligious.”
Mythologically, mountains are those places of ascent and aspiration.  Much like the Scripture verse Shametrius read to us from the book of Isaiah, the mountain represents the community’s, the nation’s, ascent and aspiration to not only the God who is transcendent and beyond but to the character of God which is transcendent and beyond.  In the passage before us, carnivorous animals, wolf and lion, predators, often symbolizing the appetite of advancing empires in Scripture now lay down with prey.  Meanwhile, an oppressed people who for so long worked for the advancement and enrichment of others in the Babylonian Exile, now experience God’s shalom as they build homes they themselves inhabit, grow food they themselves eat, raise children they themselves get to see prosper and mature in the world.  That is the mountain the Living God now invites them to climb, to return to the fire on the mountain experienced by Moses and the Children of Israel. 
In the sentimentalized, "feel good" spirituality of current North America, the rigor and grit and sacrifice to find that fire on the top of the mountain are often forfeited for a dabbling around the base of the mountain.  Sometimes the sentimentalized, "feel good" spirituality has us trying everything under the sun so as to avoid walking the hard road up. We practice a little Buddhism, try a little Native American theology, and join in celebrations of other faiths and cultures to satisfy our intellectual curiosity. All of these traditions are deep and carry with them deep meaning, but we never go much further than "a little of this and a little of that" to avoid the deep soul longings required of any soul journey. 
I agree with many Christian historians that the decision by Constantine to make Christianity the official religion of Rome and turn our faith from a movement to an imperial institution, the Way of Christianity to the creed of Christendom, Rome to the Holy Roman Empire, was a transformative moment.  When Constantine made that declaration, many wise and courageous people of faith began the monastic movement by turning away from imperial power to fierce landscapes like the desert, the island, and the mountain.   These faithful people knew that Christianity could not be Christianity without the rigor, grit, and struggle which revealed the wild love of God.
In writing about the way of these monastics, their spiritual path, Laura Swan writes of a word that I had never before heard of in all my reading about spiritual practice, apatheia.[4]   A word with such length and breadth cannot be easily defined.  Apatheia has been interpreted as "purity of heart", "detachment and solidarity", "freedom", "indifference", "disinterested love", "love without seeking reward", and, finally, "apathetic love."
As Laura Swan shares, apatheia is about developing a listening ear to hear God voice speak below and around the din of so many voices in our culture.  Apatheia recognizes that we will need freedom from that din so that we may have freedom for the voice of God.  The early monastics looked at the geography of the mountain and saw that spiritual geography. The aspiration toward and the ascent up the mountain had incredible gifts, a fire, to bring as a fierce landscape. For those gifts to appear, however, one had to stay with the rugged geography of the mountain for a time. Though we may entreat this fierce landscape, it will remain. The mountain does not move because we bargain with it.  Its fire is indifferent to our pleas. Its love, its gifts, are offered in struggle and sacrifice as we leave all the unnecessary attachments and baggage behind. The mountain or desert is not moving as we might in a co-dependent relationship.
Love is this way. It does not offer its gifts quickly. Love gently and slowly reveals its nature over time. Time must be spent with love. And the height of God’s love will not jump or shout or move in an effort to appease.  Through our spiritual practice we move, and live, and love because that is who we have become down to our last red blood cell. We do not practice to move God. We practice to hollow out our core, empty ourselves of excess baggage and attachment to the things that distract and delay us, so that we become meditation, prayer, fasting, and finally, love. And as we become those things, in our freedom, we not only ascend to and aspire to the fire on the mountain.    That fire gets in us and becomes who we are.
Rev. Henry Delaney, who was responsible for transforming boarded up crack houses in Savannah, Georgia, would often say, “I want to get people involved in what we’re doing.  It’s like putting a poker in the fire.  After a while, the fire gets in the poker too.”[5]  Hear within that quote a willingness to risk, work hard, to scale the mountain in struggle. 
In her book, The Silent Cry, Dorothee Soelle writes about Rabi’a al-Adawiya, a female Sufi mystic from Basra, in what is modern day Iraq in the 8th Century. Soelle shared how Rabi'a practiced apatheia.  She once walked along a street in Basra, holding a torch in one hand and a pail of water in the other. Asked why, she replied, “I want to put fire to paradise and pour water over hell so that these two veils disappear and it becomes plain who venerates God for love and not for fear of hell or hope for paradise.”[6]
In the end, that is what apatheia is all about. It is the sum of solidarity and detachment, prayer and fasting, that leads to a freedom to love for love's own sake. We love God not for return or reward but because, in our climb, we have fallen in love with the character, the very essence of God.  In our ascent and aspiration, we become the very fire on the mountain we seek.  Love becomes who we are down to our last, red blood cell. As with Rabi'a, love is disinterested, seeking to neither purchase heaven nor avoid hell.
Aldous Huxley, humanist, spiritualist, author, pacifist, once wrote:   “God, if I worship Thee in fear of hell, burn me in hell. And if I worship Thee in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise; but if I worship Thee for Thine own sake, withhold not Thine everlasting Beauty.”[7] This is what the ascent up the mountain does.  It brings texture and depth to our faith, and strips us of all false pretenses for our attempts to make the climb.  The rewards appear to be so slowly and ingloriously given that those who are in it only to dabble quit the climb and are not able to train their eyes on revealed beauty.   
With both this investment to the climb and our lack of attachment to the reward, our hands now  become open to the world God is co-creating with us.  Our hunger and passion strains for the very character and integrity of God.  And our hope is found in looking around, on this World Communion Sunday, to find that there are others who are climbing this same mountain:  struggling, sometimes suffering, to live authentic religious lives.  Our climbs give hope to other climbers.  And their climb gives hope to ours.  And we find that there some who are willing to mark the ledges.  There are others who are willing to give us a leg up.  And still more people, who in their creativity and ingenuity, make the climb joyful and thrilling.  We, as a people, as Steindl-Rast wrote, help to make religion religious again.  
From the fire on the mountain, God calls out to Moses and the Children of Israel.  We hear that God cares deeply about human suffering and that the cries of the most vulnerable are heard.  We hear that God wills our journey from suffering and bondage to freedom and liberation, from degradation to dignity.  We hear that God enters human history to collaborate with humankind, in humankind’s commitment and dedication, to bring about freedom, liberation, and dignity.  And finally, what we hear in that fire on the mountain, is that though there may be times of incredible struggle and suffering, God will be present with us.[8]  We will not be left alone. 
So let us, together on this World Communion Sunday, begin to excavate, to find our mystical core.  Let us chip away at the hard, dead rock as we make our climb to find the fire on the mountain and make our religion religious again.  Together, it is time for us to stop circling the base of the mountain and time for us to make the climb to recognize the fire on the mountain that is at our mystical core.  Let us no longer stand for a Christianity that values container over the core, the rock and ash over the sacred fire.  Let us dig beneath the edifice and artifice to rediscover and then live out the greatest part of our tradition, born out of fire on the mountain.[9]  It is time for us to get up the mountain. Amen. 




[1] Rabbi Sharon Brous, “Fire on the Mountain,” IKAR Sermons, October 4, 2014, https://www.ikar-la.org/podcastyk5775/ ,  quoting David Steindl Rast, The Mystical Core of Organized Religion and Lunch With Bokara.
[2] Brous, “Fire on the Mountain.”
[3] Rev. Scotty McLennan, Finding Your Religion:  When the Faith You Grew Up with Has Lost Its Meaning (San Francisco:  HarperSanFrancisco, 2000).
[4] Laura Swan, O.S.B., "Wise Elders and the Desert Traditions," Obsculta!
[6] Dorothee Soelle, The Silent Cry (Minneapolis:  Fortress Press, 2001), p. 35, quoting Annemarie Schimmel, Mystiche Dimensionen des Islam: Die Geschichte des Sufismus [Munich, 1992], pp. 65-66.
[7] Ibid, p. 36,  quoting Aldous Huxley, The Perennial Philosophy (New York: Harper & Row, 1945), p. 102.
[8] Brous, “Fire.”
[9] Ibid, quoting almost word for beautiful word from Rabbi Sharon Brous.

Creation Communion Liturgy (annotated)

Introduction
Saint Francis of Assisi reminds us that our common home, this earth, is like a sister with whom we share our life and a beautiful mother who opens her arms to embrace us.[1] 

Our most sacred act is a sharing of the earth from a Creator who is Soil, Wind, Underground Stream, and Fire.   And our mythology tells us that we, humans, were created from fertile soil[2] (adamah) and holy breath (ruach). 

In the book of Job, God reminds Job in his long-suffering that he is not the center of all things.  God reminds him that he is small and part of something very large and beautiful and that should be enough. 

We become most human when we don’t put ourselves at the center of everything.[3] 

The Story of God
One:  God is the fiery life of Divine Essence.  God is aflame beyond the beauty of the meadows.  God gleams in the waters and burns in the sun, the moon, and the stars.[4]

All:  All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God's brilliance, and these sparks emerge from God like the rays of the sun. 

One:  But if God did not give off those sparks, how would the divine glory become fully visible?

All:     For there is no creature without some kind of radiance - whether it be greenness, seeds, buds, or another kind of beauty.[5]

One:  I, the highest and fiery power, have kindled every spark of life.  I, the fiery life of divine essence, am aflame beyond the beauty of the meadows, I gleam in the waters, and I burn in the sun, moon, and stars. With every breeze, as with invisible life that contains everything, I awaken everything to life.

All:     The air lives by turning green and being in bloom. The waters flow as if they were alive. The sun lives in its light, and the moon is enkindled, after its disappearance, once again by the light of the sun so that the moon is again revived.

One:  And thus I remain hidden in every kind of reality as a fiery power.  Everything burns because of me in the way our breath constantly moves us, like the wind-tossed flame in a fire.[6]

Invitation
One:   Let us gather around the table to remember our spiritual roots in Christ and to tap into the strong sap of the Holy Spirit.  We have been waiting, O God, for this meal as we wait for so much. 

All:  We come to the joyful feast hungry for blessing and thirsting for peace—peace across our planet in our homes, in our churches, and in our hearts.  Struggling to be patient, we wait.   But we know.  Hope doesn’t come from calculating whether the good news is winning out over the bad.  It’s simply a choice to take action.[7] 


Communion Prayer of Challenge and Consecration
One:   Author of creation, we are a mere piece in nature’s puzzle, but we act as if it is ours for the taking.  If we listen, we can hear your creation groaning in agony and crisis.  If we look, we can see the dire effects of our carbon addictions and deforestation. If we search, we can find heaps of our toxic waste being dumped among the world’s poor.  Through our sins, daily and systemic, we estrange ourselves from you and the rest of creation.

All:  O God of all kindness, your gracious gifts demand a responsibility that we all too often neglect.   We confess that we have held you at a distance, resisting and ignoring your will in our lives.  We have denied your goodness in each other, in ourselves, and in this world you have created.   We use your beautiful world for our selfish gain and forget to see you in it.  We throw creation away day after day.  We repent of the evils and oppression we participate in, knowingly, half-knowingly, and unknowingly.    Holy One, forgive us.[8] 

One:  So with unimaginable threats to God’s good earth on the horizon, we celebrate what hope looks like—to do the unreasonable thing, the courageous thing.  With countless lives on the line, in the sharing of these basic elements in neighborliness, this is what love looks like.[9]

All:  We must hear the cry of the earth and the cry of the poor.[10] 

One:  Gracious God, forgive, restore, and strengthen us through Jesus Christ. 

All:    Guide us by your creative Spirit into more faithful lives of grace, solidarity, and commitment to love and justice.  Let us live our vocation to be protector of your handiwork.[11]  Amen.

The Elements
Our most sacred meal is a sharing of the earth--bread, a mixture of earth, seed, sunlight, water, and the kneading of human hands.  In the sharing of the earth, may we know ourselves to be a part of something very large and beautiful. 

(Distribution of the bread) 

Take and eat.  May the earth once again feed and nurture you.

Our most sacred meal is a sharing of the soil--grape, a mixture of soil, vine, sunlight, necessary pruning, and the right amount of pressure and time.  In the sharing of this soil, may we know ourselves to be a part of something very large and beautiful.

(Distribution of the grape)

Take and drink.  May the soil once again quench our thirst for justice and righteousness.

From this holy meal, we remember that the earth is our bones, the body, that gives form and content to our breathing, our walking, our dancing, and our celebration.  

*Prayer of Thanksgiving 
This bread we have eaten comes from the earth.  The wine we have tasted comes from the soil.  Thank you, God, for sharing it all.  Help us to lend our voice in caring for Earth.  Help us to see the birds of the air, the fish of the water, the plants and animals that live with us as part of our communion in your love. In Christ’s name, we ask it. Amen.[12]
*Passing of the Peace
Hear these words, a 2000 year old quote from a Jewish rabbi,
The day is short,
the task is abundant,
the laborers are lazy,
the wages are great,
and the Master of the house is insistent.
It is not up to you to finish the task, but neither are you free to desist from it.[13]

And we will only finish this task through our spiritual practices of neighborliness and community.  Let us begin to practice by passing the peace of Christ to one another.  Amen.




[1] From the Papal Encyclical
[2] Ellen Davis
[3] Bill McKibben
[4] Hildegard of Bingen
[5] Hildegard of Bingen (4.11)
[6] Hildegard of Bingen (Vision 1:2)
[7] Anna Lappe’
[8] Rev. Dr. Rochelle Stackhouse
[9] Tim DeChristopher
[10] Papal Encyclical
[11] Ibid.
[12] Rev. Richard Bott
[13] Bill McKibben

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