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"One Garage Sale So Many Blessings"

“It’s hard to be seen at your worst. Perhaps that’s why our deepest tears are often shed alone. We’re afraid friends will tire of our struggles, so we keep them to ourselves, especially the ugly ones that we can’t quite manage to put behind us,” Larry Crabb wrote these words in his book Connecting. Edna Ramsey shares a story about the people of our Cathedral Community. It is a story of friends who don’t tire of the struggles of others, who open themselves up to accept us at the worst time in our lives and who extend their hands to care for and stand beside us when we are most in need. Be blessed as you read!

            One Garage Sale So Many Blessings 

By Edna Ramsey

When a person has a garage sale it is usually to declutter their house.  This garage sale was different in so many ways.  First, God heard our prayers when we asked what we could do for a family in need.  He answered by giving us the idea of a garage sale: “Be a blessing”.

I’m not one for planning and this one would have to happen fast. Immediately the St. Elizabeth Guild started to work.  Some of our members are in St. Martha Guild as well so they recruited that guild to join, a friend of one of our members told a friend from the choir and they said let's pass the word and so it went…

A Blessing.

Within a week my garage was full, computer room was full, hallway full, and family room filling up.

A Blessing.

Now came the fun part, pricing all of our treasures.  A group of us met and spent the morning marking items, buying items, and remarking about items and enjoying each other's company and friendship.

A Blessing.

I told my neighbors that weekend there would be a lot of cars because of the garage sale.  I Told them the reason for the sale and again an outpour of items for the sale and donations were given.

A Blessing.

I told my friends about the sale items and donations were given.

A Blessing.

Early Saturday, we started setting up the sale in a misty morning that soon turned into a beautiful day.

A Blessing.

And what a sale we had!  People started early and never stopped.  We thought we would end at 2 and we stayed until 4.

A Blessing.

Some people wanted lower prices and I told them the reason for the sale. They dug deeper into their pockets and gave more.

A Blessing.

A sweet little girl found a pretty pink and turquoise jacket.  She was so excited she just held it close and twirled around.

A sweet Blessing.

A young man rode his bike to the sale. First time he had a little money and bought his mom a lemonade jug.  Second time he bought a few items to trade for what he wanted.  A cookbook for his mom and a picture of the blue angels for his dad.  We had to follow him home as he couldn't ride and carry everything. The third time he came he again had no money but wanted to trade game points for DVD player and games.  We told him he was such a good customer he could have them.

A Blessing.

A parishioner experiencing homelessness had just gotten an apartment and was in need of many household items.  We were given a list and we filled most of it.

A Blessing.

As we were packing up, we were able to give to two elementary schools small items for their school stores. All clothes went to the Russell Home. A few baby toys went to a church preschool. The Blessed Trinity Catholic Church was having a garage sale the next weekend, so we gave to them.

A Blessing.

And a fellow parishioner showed up with his pickup truck to help make all the deliveries.

A Blessing.

In the end we were able to give our family in need a very generous donation.
A blessing for them and a blessing for us. 

All from one garage sale. 

"From Bible Study to Basket Brigade" by Rev. Patricia Orlando

“Nothing can be truly known through observation. Only through participation.” Scott Erickson in “honest advent”

            This year marks at least 20 years for a Sunday school class meeting together. What started out as a Wednesday night Bible study in someone’s home grew to become a Sunday school class that had to meet at the Cathedral for the space it provided! Holly Vanture can’t remember when but sometime ten or fifteen years ago someone in the group observed a family in need and suggested the group provide Christmas for them. “It just felt natural for us to all pitch in and help one of our families,” and after that, every year, they prayed for and provided for a family in need. About 4 or 5 years ago someone suggested that maybe there were members of the Cathedral who were not able to get to church and might need to be remembered in a meaningful way. They reached out to Fay Chandler to ask who that might be. Fay provided them with a list and the “Basket Brigade” was born! They decided to put together baskets containing things like: nonskid socks, word search puzzles, lotion, chapstick…anything that might provide relief and comfort. That first year the group provided 18 baskets for our Cathedral families who were home bound. This year the group provided 40 baskets. They attribute the rise to the Covid virus.

We want to thank all of you ladies of the Sunday school group: Holly Vanture, Cindy Smith, Beverly Mitchell, Donna Ogletree, Gail Padgett, Jean Hartsaw, Jane Gabrielson, Janet Hutchinson, Joy Yoder-Filley, Lynn Long, Marilyn Lang, Marcie Simmons, Kathy Tindal, Vicki Montoya, Joanne Hamrick, and Kay Leonard for embodying and extending the love of God in Jesus Christ so that your neighbors are able to experience His love through your action!!            

Art and Shalom by Ryan Tindall

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Review of Art and Faith by Makoto Fujimura (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2020)

            Makoto Fujimura, an American artist of Japanese heritage and training, has put together a remarkable little book on the relationship of art—broadly construed—to faith. One would have to think so given the blurbs he received: who else can lay claim to endorsements from both a former Archbishop of Canterbury and Martin Scorsese? And yet, that is what he has done, and the plaudits from theologian and director are certainly deserved for his meditation on the sacred act of creating and creation, and on the role of faith and art in God’s world of abundance.

            Abundance and making are the two key words to Fujimura’s view of art and faith. Abundance because God’s world is an abundant place, full of grace, and making because when we participate in making—the kind of making that the Greeks called poesis—we inject God’s abundance into a natural world that, without faith, would only be marked by scarcity. Making is also crucial in this sense because it is a rejection of the utilitarian and consumptive uses of the world. In making—in being artists—we participate in the world as God intended, as guardians and stewards in our exercise of dominion over the world. Accordingly, artist is a broad term, not only to define those like Fujimura who create and participate in the fine arts, but also to teachers, engineers, cooks, and businesspeople. It is to follow God’s pattern of creating out of love. The alternative is not only abuse of the world and its creatures, but abuse of ourselves as well, as our failure to participate in God’s making as makers ourselves leads us to be enslaved to the powers and principalities of the current age—in our case, patterns of consumeristic consumption.

            Key to this process is realizing our place in the world and our role in God’s creation. God has chosen to reveal himself in a work of creativity: in a book. Additionally, we must recognize that God has not created us out of necessity and does not need us, but has created out of love. God’s abundant creation of love is greater than any creation born of necessity (not, at least in this case, the mother of invention). While many would look for God to simply “fix” what went wrong at the Fall, a stance towards redemption that Fujimura calls “plumbing theology” and which would make God into little more than a deus ex machina with a cosmic plunger, Jesus promises that he makes all things new. Similarly, the Holy Sprit in divine creativity does not need us, nor does the Spirit need art to be labeled Christian in able to reveal God and his truth to the world, but can speak through a Hemingway or Picasso.  

            The modern Christian world, per Fujimura, misunderstands this so fundamentally. Certain strains of Evangelicalism in particular can be prone to set up a rigid analytical and propositional faith that distrusts intuition and experience. But in rejecting intuition and experience—in rejecting art and relying only in analysis—we not only miss so much of what makes this world good, but we cannot but bow to the gods of pragmatism and consumption. Christians of old thought it was worth it to build extravagant cathedrals as a testament to God’s abundance, but many modern Christians seem to think it fitting to worship in a strip mall, as a tenant no different from a supermarket or department store. But this is not to participate in God’s abundance, but to kowtow to modern consumerism—with “church” as just one more option in the retail marketplace. 

            So much of this is tied up with other issues where the modern Church has misunderstood God as creator. Growing up in evangelical churches, I was trained to look forward to, as Fujimura puts it, a future that would go in up in flames. Much of my childhood was spent among Christians who expected God would bring history to a close in an apocalyptic fury, with raptures, anti-christs, and violent armageddons. Accordingly, a church engaged in culture war to save souls at all costs would be appropriate—even if such culture war means engaging in politics of hatred and wrath. But this is not God’s way. It would not be in the character of God as artist to create to only have his creation disappear. Jesus taught us to pray that his will would be done on earth just as it is in heaven, so that this world without end would be transformed anew, not annihilated. 

            Fujimura instead points at a positive vision for the Church and the Christian in the world, grounded in art. Seeing work as art, as participating in God’s making, transforms work. Seeing the Church as God’s abundant life in the world can lead us again to creating and sustaining the institutions the Church once built from the ground up and has lately ceded to the city of man, like universities and hospitals. A whole human and a whole human society joins together the intuitive and experiential with the rational and analytical, not as dualities, but as complementing parts of the human personality. And this whole human is not afraid of the darkness. God’s way is to shine into the darkness with light, to bound the darkness up and infuse it with his grace—to work, as Paul says, all things for the good. Fujimura gives the example of kintsugi, a form of Japanese pottery where broken pottery is reassembled with gold in the crevices binding it back together. The effects of the darkness remain but are redeemed, just as Jesus appeared to the disciples in a resurrected body still bearing the scars of his crucifixion.  

            We can see this clearly in the stories of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Mary, at Jesus’ feet, shows us the contemplative way, sitting quietly, taking in Jesus’ teaching. As the woman with the alabaster jar, she shows us the extravagant way, the way of God’s abundance. Fujimura points out as well that Martha, for all her fame as the one who Jesus gently rebukes for her judgment of Mary’s wastefulness, is the first to recognize and identify Jesus as who he says he is. Thus, both intuition and reason point us in the direction of Christ. 

But the ultimate lesson is in the story of Jesus and Lazarus. When Lazarus died, Jesus wept. His tears over the darkness of the world, the evil of death and destruction of his creation, should be our tears as we encounter the same in our world today. But his tears should also inform our creativity, as he made all things new, resurrecting Lazarus. Lazarus then also informs our lives today, having seen and tasted death—he lived as one not afraid of death. For Fujimura, Lazarus is an example for how we ought to live: relaxed, confident, and faithful. Relaxed, confident, and faithful, actively participating in God’s creative process, and unafraid of the darkness of this present world—sounds like shalom to me.

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An Advent of the Heart by Brian Stankich

An Advent of the Heart: Moving from Death to Life One Moment at a Time

By Brian Stankich

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A recent midweek gathering of Cathedral worshipers embarked on the Advent theme of death. I know, who thinks of death in the context of Christmas? Apparently, Episcopalians. It's okay, because death has been conquered by the manger inhabiting Savior, even if we may all experience a personal death. Avoiding death doesn't seem to be an option for us, though we may try to avoid it by our obsession with avoiding pain, heartache, trial, disappointment and suffering. Avoiding these terrors comes naturally to us; embracing that savior who toiled for us does not.

As we talked about the coming of Christ and the event's place in the church calendar, we had a lively discussion concerning the imminent return of Jesus, and how the early church sought to live in the expectation that he could return at any day. Then we asked ourselves the dreadful question: What would our lives look like if we lived like Jesus' second Advent could happen at any moment? The spectre of death arises again, along with it's shadows: selfishness, pride, hate, wandering from God and so many others.

I've thought through this a bit more and arrived at one conclusion. If it's possible that Jesus' second return could happen before we celebrate the 2020 version of his first return, and it is, then I propose that living in the moment is an effective way to honor the moment of Jesus' return. Said another way, What will you be doing when Jesus returns?

I do not have an admirable history of focusing on the Advent season, but the last two years I've stepped up a bit because, you know, I'm worshiping at an Anglican church now. One of the intellectual themes I've been pondering for my life in recent years is what I call 'living in the moment.' Living in the moment means taking every moment of the day seriously. Not every second, or every minute, but certainly every event, every transition of hello or goodbye, every interaction, every decision, every attempt to obey and honor God, every misstep and every thing that could end up in a journal at the end of a day. Taking every moment seriously means honoring every breath that God gives us, treating it as precious, meaningful, purposeful and with potential to be life giving.

As I've been thinking about living in the moment this week in the context of Advent, I found that my Lord was interested in my moments. One morning after I woke up, I was greeting God and getting ready to start my morning return. I sensed that he wanted more time with me, and so I took it. I found that he had a word for me as I picked up a book I'm reading on Moses. Moses is described by the author as being a selfless man and God offered that I ought to pursue that same characteristic: selflessness.

A few days later while driving home from work, I intended to play a podcast, per my norm, and again sensed the Lord saying, 'wouldn't you rather talk with me?' I don't always like to pray when I'm driving as I'm not confident I'll stay focused on the road, but I obeyed. What did he want to talk about, I wondered. Oh, yeah, that nagging feeling I've had the last hour. What is that about? Oh, yeah, that wandering heart issue. God called me out on my heart wandering from him. I realized it bothered me too. The next ten minutes I confessed my wandering nature to him, and the lack of desire to deal with it. I felt so much better, in a better place, I now realize, to meet Jesus face to face if he shows up in the next few weeks before Christmas. It was an advent of my heart, choosing life over death. Let's call it being steadfast before God.

Living in the moment is taking each moment seriously, because God gives us moments. Jesus came as a baby and savior and he will come again as a conquering king. And he is available during the days in between, how ever many they will be, to come to me, to walk with me, to talk with me, to give me moments. So I want to live in those moments, and in so doing, celebrate life and the Lord who gives it, who came, who will come again and who shows up in my life every moment of every day.

Being steadfast and being selfless are the themes God is working in me these days. He continues coming to me to conform me into the image of the Son. That is Advent, one aspect of my life, one day, one moment at a time.

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The Best Song for Advent for Worship Leader Magazine

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The Best Song for Advent

Worship Leader Magazine

By Dr. Reggie Kidd

Many churches sing Christmas carols throughout the month of December. Mine doesn’t. Instead, during the four weeks before Christmas, we sing songs and pray prayers and contemplate Scriptures of yearning. We yearn for the coming. We yearn for peace on earth. We yearn for the return of the King. This year the yearning takes on a particular piquancy. We yearn for the end of pandemic. We yearn for racial reckoning and reconciliation. We yearn for safety in the streets. We yearn for a return of civility to the public square. We yearn for the ability to worship without masks, with hugging, with full-voiced singing, with the common loaf and the common cup. We yearn for the realization of medieval English mystic Julian of Norwich’s promise: “All shall be well.” We yearn for all that Christmas promises. 

There is one song in particular that I commend to you this Advent, an especially lovely song of yearning. The Bible calls it the “Song of Songs,” that is, “the best song.” It’s a song about yearning for love—and especially during this particular season of Advent-waiting, I’d offer it as genuinely “the best song.” 

Layers of Love and Meaning

Even before Christians came along, people in the Jewish community knew to read this Song at two levels. On the first level, the Song of Songs is—gloriously!—a full throated anthem in praise of conjugal love between a man and a woman. Over the centuries, commentators—Jewish and Christian—have debated as to the exact scenario being depicted. By far the majority of commentators suggest we are witness to a celebration between two lovers: a Solomon-like, shepherd-king-husband and a Shulamite (probably a play on Solomon’s name), queenly wife. Coming from the God who made man and woman to come together as “one flesh,” there’s plenty to relish in a song that leads with “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine.” 

Beyond that, though, from Day One, readers—or singers—of this song have sensed that there’s more at play in this “best of songs” than merely its surface meaning. In the first century ad, Rabbi Akiba said, “Whoever trills the Song of Songs in banquet halls—and treats it as a mere lyric—has no share in the world to come” (Targum Sanhedrin 12.10). Indeed, he maintains, the “whole world is not worth the day on which the Song of Songs was given to Israel for all the Writings are holy and the Song of Songs is the Holy of Holies” (Mishnah Yadayim 3.5). 

Jewish interpreters saw a second level of meaning in the Song of Songs: an embellishment of the prophets’ theme of Yahweh as husband and His people as bride. They read it as a love song between God and His people. When they read “I am my beloved’s and he is mine,” they could not help but hear resonances of “I will be your God and you will be my people.” And in their wake, Christian interpreters heard a song in praise of the love between Christ, i.e., God-as-Groom-in-the Flesh, and His Bride, the Church. 

Not only do I commend such a reading to you, but I commend keen attention in this love song to the theme of waiting for love. Three times the Song of Songs puts the listener under oath: “Not to awaken love until the time is right” (2:7; 3:5; 8:4 NLT). Each time, the oath is followed by an arrival, first by the male lover “leaping the mountains, bounding the hills” (2:8), second by the male lover in Solomonic splendor (3:6-7), and third by the happy couple, “Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?” (8:5). 

This third coming recalls the promise in Hosea that he would bring His people out of exile: “She shall respond as in the days of her youth, as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt” (Hosea 2:15). She will no longer be married to the false gods (“Baal” means master-husband). Instead, she will be married once again to Yahweh: “I will take you for my wife in faithfulness, and you shall know the Lord” (Hosea 2:20). Let it be noted, by the way, that this “knowing” is one of intimate amore. And it will take place on an earth that will have been “re-Edenized.” Yahweh’s people will be a new “Eve” on an earth where harmony will have been restored between humans and the animal kingdom; where “the bow, the sword, and war” will have been abolished from the land; and where the earth will “answer the grain, the wine, and the oil” (Hosea 2:18,22).

Anticipating a Christmas Wedding

That is what we long for during Advent. With the first coming of Christ, whom the apostle Paul calls the “Second Adam,” the human story has already taken a giant step towards that “re-Edenized” creation. The Groom has come for His Bride; he has paid the price to win her from her bad marriage to the law, to sin, and to death (Rom 7:1-6). The Groom has done so in order that he may, even in the now, be wed to His Bride the Church, and “that we may bear fruit to God” (Rom 7:4). Think about that! And He will come once again for final consummation, to bring her to the banqueting table, the Marriage Feast of the Lamb (Revelation 19:6-10). 

At Advent, with the help of songs like Song of Songs, we lean into both of these arrivals. 

At Advent, the Song of Songs teaches us that our passion is matched by our Lord’s. The Song is at one and the same time a remembrance of kisses and embraces already shared, and also an expression of lovesickness until kisses and embraces can be renewed when the beloved returns. What is striking is that lovesickness has taken hold of both parties. She sings, “I am faint with love” (2:5). And he answers, “You have ravished my heart, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace…how much better is your love than wine” (4:9-10). 

Many of us, perhaps, recall singing the children’s song based on Song of Songs 2:4, “He brought me to his banqueting table, His banner over me is love.” In the text, it’s to His “house of wine” that He brings us, but the point is well taken. The Lord has already come, moved by His passionate love for us. So deeply did He love us that He planted on Calvary the banner of that love—his arms outstretched on the merciless wood of the cross. He continues His loving presence among us when, by the Spirit, he bestows the kiss of His love by hosting us, week by week, at the Table of Bread and Wine. During Advent we prepare ourselves to celebrate His banner-and-Table-setting anew. 

At Advent, the Song of Songs teaches us that waiting is a year-round spiritual discipline. We live “between times,” and there are some things we are not going to be able to force. The story that underlies the Song of Songs is one of obstacle after obstacle to the consummation of love—and of Lover and the Beloved pressing on in determined anticipation. For us, one lesson is that we are not the Messiah, and we cannot force the final making “all things new” ahead of time. The Messiah is the promised deliverer. And at the time appointed for Him, He will make “all things new.” 

Passionate Preparation In the Waiting

But waiting isn’t passive. Waiting is an active preparation. As Jewish commentator Michael Fishbane observes, it’s one thing to exercise “pious restraint (reliance upon God)” and quite another to indulge slothful “impious passivity.” And so, in the “between times” we work toward the day when we can embrace without masks, even if, until then, we honor love’s demand that we wear the masks for the sake of others. In the “between times” we labor for the day when Black Americans no longer feel a knee on their neck, and we also labor for the day when law enforcement officers—of whatever color—no longer face hate and confrontation when they go to work. Fishbane continues: “The religious spirit must live ‘in the between,’ spurred by ideals without giving them (undue) messianic warrant….The conditions of deferral may constrain idolatrous presumptions, both spiritual and political.” That is part of the lesson of the Song of Songs—and it lies at the heart of Advent hope. 

At Advent, the Song of Songs teaches us, finally, that there is a certain sacramentality to our love relationships. That is, they are wonderful for what they are in themselves, and wonderful for the way they serve as pointers to intimacy with God. Some of us are called to celibacy within a circle of friends: friendships to be joyfully consecrated to the Lord. Some of us are called to intimacy within marriage, marriages no less to be joyfully consecrated to the Lord. This “best song” teaches us to guard these relationships, to preserve them, and to be wholeheartedly and unreservedly given to them. 

 

Can you contribute to Christmas gifts for women in need this year?

Christmas Gifts for Women in Need

For many of us, the current pandemic has created the need for change.  For some, it has been the need to restructure family responsibilities, for others, it is a change in employment.  That has been the case for me; but when God closes a door, he often opens another.  As I stepped down as director of The Inheritance House, I was presented with an opportunity to work in a women’s residential program for the victims of human trafficking.  The strength and resilience of the women I work with is extraordinary.  Most have very few worldly possessions, and some come to the program with only the clothes on their backs.  While they are provided with the essentials through the program, there is little budget for ‘extras’ that most of us take for granted.  

 

This is an opportunity for the Cathedral congregation to provide some well-deserved treats for these women for Christmas.   Here is a list of some of the requests of the residents.  If you would like to participate, please stay within the list provided, as other gifts may not be permitted in the facility.  You are also welcome to give a monetary gift; these funds will be used to purchase special individual gifts or to purchase gifts for all the women to enjoy. 

 

Please do not wrap the gifts as they will need to be approved before gifting them; feel free to include wrapping materials as the staff at the women’s facility will be wrapping the gifts.  Please bring any gifts to the Cathedral before December 20th. If you have any question, please feel free to contact me directly at rosesapp@yahoo.com.          -Deacon Rose

 

Scented bath gel/moisturizer

Face cleanser/moisturizer

Make up (for light and darker skin, mascara/eye shadow/lipstick/lip balm)

Hair accessories, earrings, nail kits

2021 calendars or planners

MP3 player

Room air fresheners (No candles)

Stuffed animals

Purse/wallet

Clothing (women’s):  sweaters/casual jackets (Med., Large, X-large)

Coloring or comic books (for adults)

Art supplies (drawing/colored pencils, paint sets or acrylic paint, paint brushes/foam brushes, scrapbook supplies, canvases, Art kits)

Games

Walmart gift cards

Find the donation box in the Great Hall!

Find the donation box in the Great Hall!

Reflections on Women's Uncommon Prayers by Ellen Ceely

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Reflections on Women’s Uncommon Prayers

By Ellen Ceely

“For Making Me a Woman”

By Ms. Marty Conner, p. 8 from Women’s Uncommon Prayers

 

For making me a woman
in what still so often
seems like a man’s world,
I thank you.
Because you taught me by example
that power is your gift,
and not my possession.

For giving me a body
though it sometimes fails me
and is not all I wish it was
or rather, a good deal more
than I wish it was,
I thank you.
Because you taught me 
that I am much more 
than my body
and yet my body is
your holy temple.

For calling me to be
more than I believe I can be,
and less
than I sometimes believe I am,
I thank you.
Because you taught me
that being is more than doing,
that who I am
and whose I am
are more important than
what I do
or what I have.

For all that you are
Creator,
Redeemer,
Sanctifier,
Great “I Am,”
I bless you
as you have so greatly blessed me.

 

My boss recently got me the book, "Women's Uncommon Prayers," because I expressed an interest in it and the one thing he'll always encourage is more reading. 

Some of the prayers aren't really prayers but more like poetry, which I love. 
Some of them are highly syncretistic and not quite what I’d say are in line with Church Doctrine, but they’re interesting to read all the same.
Some of them make me downright want to cry they're so beautiful.

They're not general prayers or prayers offered by men (which are also wonderful but that's not the point). They're prayers offered by women who have lived and struggled and believed and taught the faith as women. There's a special power to that. Just like I go to a female doctor because I feel I am better heard than I was by the male doctors I went to in the past, so also I find pieces of my soul in the writings of other women.

I'm only a few pages deep and I've already realized what drew me to this book in the first place. 

I grew up believing I was some kind of sub-human. Not necessarily in a negative way, and not because anyone around me used those words, but in the way that I think a lot of women grow up - specifically in very conservative Christian circles. It wasn't until I attended Bible School that I realized I was made in the image of God, not in the image of man. While Scripture clearly states that both men and women were made in his image (Gen. 1:26-27), due to the interpretation I was given of other biblical passages, I always believed that I had been made in the image of man. 

In other words: I was a copy of a copy. 

I don't have the words to accurately express how big of an impact this had on me or how, nine years later, I'm still unravelling all the effects of the beliefs I once held about what it means to be a woman. It never occurred to me that it was something to be thankful for. I thought it was something to overcome, to apologize for, and to hide.

I grew up hearing men lift their voices in prayer on a weekly basis while all of us women prayed silently in agreement, only praying aloud when men were not present. 
I believed my voice as a woman was not to be heard because it had the ability to somehow override that of a man's and thus take away from the glory of God.
I was both too worthy and not worthy enough to speak. Too worthy because I could overpower the voice or the prayers of a man. Not worthy enough because I was a woman, a mere copy of God’s creation. My very being proclaimed "the glory of man" (1 Corinthians 11:7) and that would distract from the worship of God. 

So I sat in silence and covered my head.

Maybe you can relate to this idea. Maybe it’s something you once believed or currently believe. Regardless of how you were raised or what churches you have attended, I hope this prayer speaks to you of your inherent worth as a woman made in the very image of God, portraying pieces of who he is to the world simply by existing. I hope this reminds you – or possibly even tells you for the first time in your life – that you are not a copy of a copy. You are not sub-human. You are made in the image of a loving, kind, and gracious Creator. 

I have no idea who any of the women in this book are, but I'm hearing their voices and they echo my own in a way I didn't realize my soul needed.

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Every Table is the Lord's by Ryan Tindall

Humans are fundamentally eaters. And yet today, we as a culture give less thought to how we eat than perhaps at any time before in human history. We fail to answer the fundamental question of why we eat—that is, beyond the simple biological necessity—and instead make frequent trips to grocery stores and restaurants without answering or even thinking about these questions. Is this what Jesus pointed us towards when he told his disciples:

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?”

Of course not. But, as is often the case in our Christ-haunted modern world, we have unwittingly and unintentionally done exactly what Jesus prescribed. Ironically though, we’ve accomplished this in a way that is the opposite of what Jesus intended when he preached to a world that encountered food scarcity in ways of which we cannot dream. Besides Jesus’ comforting admonition and Paul’s suggestion that whether we eat or drink, we should do all to the glory of God—as well as a few hair-shirted medieval saints who were more experienced than us in fasting—do we really think scripture and the Christian tradition have much to say about question, “how should we eat?”

Norman Wirzba, Professor of Theology at Duke Divinity, does. As both a theologian and agrarian, Wirzba wrote Food and Faith: A Theology of Eating. I’ve read Wendell Berry and Michael Pollan along these lines before. But Wirzba’s essential book explicitly ties what these writers and others like them have written to an expressly Christian theology, and in the process contributes to a Christian ecology and anthropology that seeks to see eating as fundamentally communal—trinitarian even—and in a way that breaks down the divides between human and human, human and animal, and human and nature, all of which starkly mark our modern condition.

Eating and the choices we make around eating communicate what we believe about the world. Eating is one of the fundamental ways that we take in and learn about the world. Our experience at the grocery store, novel as this experience is in human history, displays this—as we seek out brands which align with our values in order to consume the messaging they provide. We eat as consumers, essentially divorced—and Wirzba means divorced when he uses this word—from what we eat and those who provide it. 

The alternative Wirzba points to is an eating life marked by fidelity and love. Do we care for cows and chickens as living beings with dignity, animals like ourselves? Or do we treat them as meat-producing machines, subject to wonton destruction? Love seeks the good of the beloved and sees everything around us as grace and gift, but to be divorced from the land, from animals, and from each other is to live in a state that is “fundamentally about securing one’s own needs and advantage” (23), a state of the war of all against all. 

Self-centered eating, “divorced” eating, is then ultimately death—death to our air, water, and earth, undignified death to our animals, and death to ourselves among a plague of eating disorders and obesity. Wirzba’s understanding of food points to the interconnectedness of all these deaths as the product of our infidelity and divorce. This kind of death is only destruction, the kind which is, in Paul’s words, the wages of sin. But death is also part of eating faithfully: plants and animals must still die for us to eat and survive. This is precisely where eating is fundamentally eucharistic. When we partake of the eucharist, “take, eat, this is my body, broken for you,” we physically take Christ into us and his life becomes our nourishment and sustenance. To eat is to incarnate and resurrect the life of what you eat. In partaking of Christ, we become part of his life in this world. The protein and carbohydrates you take in become the building blocks and energy of your life. Faithful eating does not eliminate death. Faithful eating recognizes the trinitarian nature of life—the mutual indwelling and perichoresis that God and all life participate in—as well as the gracious necessity of resurrection. The life of what we eat is reborn in us, much in the same way that Jesus lives in us through the Eucharist. 

How we eat is also fundamentally about justice: justice to ourselves, to our neighbors, to farmers, and to the poor. Obesity and unhealthful food are a unique threat to the poor, as these are the foods that are often the cheapest. The lack of fresh, healthy food is a particularly sad threat to the rural poor, who may find mass-produced, nutrient-lacking food as the cheapest and most convenient option, a tragic circumstance in a part of the country which one would think would be defined by its proximity to farms. 

Living with the land and what it provides not only cares for the land, but it cares for the larger environment. Seeing our grocery stores easily stocked with summer berries, peaches, and corn in the middle of winter hides a heavy transportation price behind them, as we haul produce from the southern hemisphere to the northern. Indutrial farming, to produce the abundance of food necessary to keep prices as low as we would like, requires pesticides that are harmful to our bodies and the earth. It also requires labor so cheap it can only come from the migrant, just as it once had to come from the slave. The life of Christ in us can hardly ignore the plight of these. Christ cannot be paired with exploitation. Industrial farming also decreases food diversity, leading to depleted soil and a deficient diet. Our current circumstances show the truth in what Wirzba says of the tenuousness of our situation: “When the world is sown in only one or two crops, we are only one pest or disease away from total food disaster.”

What then is the answer? Scripture points us in a direction here, as it shows both the first man and last man in a garden. Gardening teaches us our interdependence with all things and produces humility. It forces us to be attentive, if we are to be successful, and creates a fundamental sense of membership with the earth and our fellow gardeners. We do not all need to be gardeners, but we should all be involved with our food, supporting local farms and farming. Wirzba even makes the striking claim that contempt for farms and farming is a refusal to engage with humanity’s vocation, placed as we are within this garden world (308). 

Scripture also points us in the direction of Christ’s life on earth: our eating life should be marked by common meals and hospitality. The dinner table should be a place of reconciliation and communion. Meals should be met with wonder and thanksgiving—which would make saying grace, praying a benediction over the food, a time of authentic expression rather than rote practice. This should bring renewal to our sensory life, as we experience taste, smell, and touch in communion with God. However, this is not the only side to the redemption of food this side of paradise. This is because, eucharistic eating also requires sacrifice. The Eucharist remembers that sacrifice. Our eating life should be marked by sacrifice also—sacrificing our money to purchase food that is ethically-produced, sacrificing selfish eating, and sacrificing gluttonous eating, including the gluttony of being overly delicate about what we eat. 

Food and Faith is a practical and radical book. To engage with it is to bring attentiveness and care to what we eat. It is to learn to eat sacramentally, from a perspective of wonder and grace. To engage with this book is to begin realize that every table is the Lord’s.

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Orlando Summer by Angela Griner

Orlando Summer*

Late afternoon and the soaking foliage
heavy, damp, lively and restless;
The tiny plot with a million oak leaves,
layer upon layer, full of vigor and decay.

The burgeoning tropicals, the insistent weeds,
the anxious parents, the restive children,
the overwrought neighborhood street.
Ambitious fire of noonday sun strengthening
the obstinate, unpredictable sky. 

In the midst of all, Grace,
floating like the dandelion seed head, 
soaring with the wind over the flattened roof tops;
Flushing out despair with every breath.

Grace with her unconscionable goodwill,
Her determined presence 
Her steady tutelage
whispering, whispering
out of the chasm of chaos 
out of the stifling heat.

*Homage to Willa Cather’s “Prairie Spring”.

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Pentecost Sunday and the Killing of George Floyd by The Rev. Canon Josh Bales

O Heavenly King, the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, Who art everywhere and fillest all things; Treasury of Blessings, and Giver of Life - come and abide in us, and cleanse us from every impurity, and save our souls, O Good One. – Eastern Orthodox Prayer for The Holy Spirit

This coming Sunday is the Feast of Pentecost for many Christians around the world. It’s the day we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit. At my church there will be assigned prayers and readings that reflect on the meaning of Pentecost. Usually, outside of a global pandemic, everyone wears clothes of red, the liturgical color that symbolizes the Holy Spirit (think: red tongues of fire). It’s also one of the five feast days when, ordinarily, the sacrament of Baptism is celebrated, a fact that invites us to reflect on the Holy Spirit's role in our salvation.

Looking over the prayers and readings for this Sunday, one Pentecost theme stands out above the others: the Holy Spirit reunifies a divided humanity. In Acts 2, when the Holy Spirit comes, the division of humanity that occurred at the Tower of Babel in Genesis 11 is reversed. From chaotic division to gospel unity. That’s what the Holy Spirit does.

The rest of the liturgy reflects this theme explicitly, over and over again:

We begin our service with these words: 

Celebrant There is one Body and one Spirit;
People There is one hope in God's call to us;
Celebrant One Lord, one Faith, one Baptism;
People One God and Father of all. 

- The Book of Common Prayer (BCP), 299.

Then the Priest prays the prayer of the day: 
Almighty God, on this day you opened the way of eternal life to every race and nation by the promised gift of your Holy Spirit: Shed abroad this gift throughout the world by the preaching of the Gospel, that it may reach to the ends of the earth; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen. 
BCP, 227.

Then we have the Acts 2 reading, followed later by the renewal of Baptismal vows. In this section of the service we are asked: 

Celebrant Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being? 

And we answer:

People I will, with God’s help.
BCP, 417

Friends, this is not only the providence of God on display, it is the counter-cultural nature of Christian worship at its best. This Sunday we will be invited to reenact God’s story in such a way that we remember His vision for a redeemed humanity where “There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus (Galatians 3:28).” We will be called to grieve how far from this vision our sinful divisions have taken us. And we will sing, pray, and long for the fulfillment of that vision once again.

In other words, this Feast of Pentecost, Christians around the world will grieve a world in which George Floyd has died, yearn for a world where racism and all other human divisions are no more, and expect the comfort and assistance toward this end that only God, the Holy Spirit, can bring. This is the world that awaits, where “the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood” because "Jesus out of ev'ry nation has redeemed us by His blood.” (William Dix, Alleluia Sing to Jesus).