An 11-minute interview conducted by Stacy Hinck and Zoe Meras, students of Dr. Brantley Gassaway's class History of Religion in America at Bucknell University. Their questions are well-thought out and generate a great discussion about:
* how religion and the environment intersect
* Lutheran theology and biblical interpretation influenced by and addressing care of Creation
* the rationale for Christians being advocates for ecojustice issues
* the model of public theology provided for us by Jesus' ministry
* the connection between climate change awareness and preaching
* the calling to initiate a "green" civil rights movement.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQ7KDYbVyFw
Features sermons, essays, movie and book reviews, creative writing and ecotheological reflections.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Pastor brings ecology to art of preaching: article on Leah Schade's upcoming book
http://www.dailyitem.com/news/pastor-brings-ecology-to-art-of-preaching/article_01c09a98-88b0-11e4-809d-b741c80dc2a0.html
Pastor brings ecology to art of preaching
by Evamarie Socha
The Daily Item
- Posted on Dec 20, 2014
LEWISBURG — A Valley pastor has blended two passions, preaching and nature, for a ministry that focuses on the spiritual aspects of caring for the environment and a book that will show other clergy how to do the same.
The Rev. Dr. Leah Schade, 43, of Milton, just finished her book, “Creation/Crisis Preaching: Ecological Theology and Homiletics,” which will be published and released by Chalice Press next fall.
The book is a reworked version of her dissertation, which she successfully defended in August 2013 for her doctoral program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary in Philadelphia. Schade graduated in May.
Schade leads United in Christ Lutheran Church in Lewisburg, now in its fourth year, and founded the Interfaith Sacred Earth Coalition of the Susquehanna Valley. Many people here know Schade from among leaders of a grass-roots effort that helped bring an end to a proposed tire-derived fuel plant in Union County.
“The work in that was incredibly helpful” to the book, she said, as an example of how as a faith leader one engages the public. “How do you talk to constituents who are different from your religion or not religious at all? Where can we find the bridges that enable us to do this work together?” Her dissertation focused on preaching and ecological theology, and “I knew I wanted to turn it into a book for more mainstream audiences,” she said.
The seeds for the blend of church and ecology were planted when Schade was a child. Her father was a landscape designer, and the family had a hunting camp in Huntingdon County, where they spend considerable time, she said. Schade recalled hunting and fishing with her father and spending countless hours in the local creeks, just immersing herself in nature.
“There were a couple formative experiences that were defining for me as a young person,” she said, “seeing many natural places destroyed by development, pollution and feeling helpless as a kid, thinking there is nothing you can do.”
Schade’s first congregation was in Media, where she started an ecology ministry. Also during that time, she decided to get a doctorate in preaching.
“Through the application process, it became apparent this is where I need to focus, this is what is missing in homiletics,” or the art of preaching, she said. “I wanted to be someone to help pastors learn how to preach with the voice of Earth at the table.”
With the tire-burner proposal, “the threat to public health was really a unifying factor there,” Schade said. “We had a great time with people working on that and learning social movement theory,” that is, what is the role of religion in these movements?
Taking cues from the civil rights movement, Schade calls such ministry “a green civil rights movement, and pastors need to be part of it. ... From my perspective, one of the things pastors are called to do is confront the powers that are oppressive.”
Schade also is an adjunct professor at Lebanon Valley College in Annville, where she’s teaching a course on ethics.
The Rev. Dr. Leah Schade, 43, of Milton, just finished her book, “Creation/Crisis Preaching: Ecological Theology and Homiletics,” which will be published and released by Chalice Press next fall.
Schade leads United in Christ Lutheran Church in Lewisburg, now in its fourth year, and founded the Interfaith Sacred Earth Coalition of the Susquehanna Valley. Many people here know Schade from among leaders of a grass-roots effort that helped bring an end to a proposed tire-derived fuel plant in Union County.
“The work in that was incredibly helpful” to the book, she said, as an example of how as a faith leader one engages the public. “How do you talk to constituents who are different from your religion or not religious at all? Where can we find the bridges that enable us to do this work together?” Her dissertation focused on preaching and ecological theology, and “I knew I wanted to turn it into a book for more mainstream audiences,” she said.
The seeds for the blend of church and ecology were planted when Schade was a child. Her father was a landscape designer, and the family had a hunting camp in Huntingdon County, where they spend considerable time, she said. Schade recalled hunting and fishing with her father and spending countless hours in the local creeks, just immersing herself in nature.
“There were a couple formative experiences that were defining for me as a young person,” she said, “seeing many natural places destroyed by development, pollution and feeling helpless as a kid, thinking there is nothing you can do.”
Schade’s first congregation was in Media, where she started an ecology ministry. Also during that time, she decided to get a doctorate in preaching.
“Through the application process, it became apparent this is where I need to focus, this is what is missing in homiletics,” or the art of preaching, she said. “I wanted to be someone to help pastors learn how to preach with the voice of Earth at the table.”
With the tire-burner proposal, “the threat to public health was really a unifying factor there,” Schade said. “We had a great time with people working on that and learning social movement theory,” that is, what is the role of religion in these movements?
Taking cues from the civil rights movement, Schade calls such ministry “a green civil rights movement, and pastors need to be part of it. ... From my perspective, one of the things pastors are called to do is confront the powers that are oppressive.”
Schade also is an adjunct professor at Lebanon Valley College in Annville, where she’s teaching a course on ethics.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Advent Sermon: Embracing New Life in Darkness
Sermon Series: Learning to Welcome the Dark, Part Three
The Rev. Dr. Leah Schade
Dec. 14, 2014
Isaiah 7:13-17; Psalm 139:1-18; Luke 1:26-38
There in
the midst of hopelessness is where God does Her best work. Darkness is as useful for God as light. Because it makes us slow down, rely on our
ears to hear, and our hands to feel. Darkness
helps us to dismantle those things that keep us from hearing and feeling
God. I did an exercise with a group of
preachers in a workshop a few months ago where I blindfolded them and guided
them into a room of darkness. They lined
up, putting hands on shoulders, and became acutely aware of what the floor felt
like beneath their feet as they shuffled slowly one step at a time. Without their sight they learned to rely on
hearing each other’s voices, and my voice, to tell them where to turn, what was
on their left and right. They had a
shared experience of smells and textures and sounds that gave them new insights
into how God works in darkness.
13 For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
50 His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.
God has not abandoned us. God is at work as much now as in the beginning of our dark-shrouded world, as when God’s people cried out for justice and mercy from the depths of the biblical texts. The God of Mary’s womb, and the God of Jesus’ tomb – both places of darkness – is our God: the God of our broken bodies and hearts and communities who comes to bring healing and new life in the darkness. Put your hands on God’s strong shoulders, listen for God’s voice guiding you in the darkness. And take your first shuffling step. Amen.
The Rev. Dr. Leah Schade
Dec. 14, 2014
Isaiah 7:13-17; Psalm 139:1-18; Luke 1:26-38
A few
weeks ago I did a children’s sermon where we talked about the phases of the
moon, and I handed them a calendar that showed what phase the moon would be in
during this month. Starting today, that
glowing orb in the sky is waning toward “new moon,” which will be on Dec. 22,
when the moon’s light disappears. Interestingly,
Dec. 21 is Winter Solstice – longest night of the year. So the darkest night of the year will have
not have any moonlight either. This is a
dark time.
We
sometimes hear people use that phrase to describe their lives or the state of
our world. If someone says “this is a
dark time” – what do they mean? I posed this
question on Facebook and invited people to respond. The question sparked nearly 30 comments. Answers I got were: a valley of grief, tyranny and destruction running rampant, confusion
and fear,
lack of knowledge and wisdom. In movies, whenever a war or battle is about to start, someone says
"dark times are coming." It’s a time of negativity, injustice, oppression, overwhelming
challenges, and depression. For some,
this time of year reminds them of losses they have suffered, especially loved
ones who have died, with whom they are no longer able to share the
holiday. When people say “it’s a dark
time,” it can mean what is absent - not much hope or joy. Lester Johnson, Three Transparent Heads, 1961 |
By these
counts, I think the argument can be made that we are in a “dark time.” Racial tensions in our country are as high as
I’ve ever seen. We hear news about rapes
on college campuses, threatening the safety of our daughters. There are debates about the value of using
torture as a means by which to extract information from our enemies. News about worsening pollution and climate
disruption from fossil fuel extraction processes. As a friend said in one of her responses to
my post: “Watch CNN or the local news and it paints
the picture of darkness. Current affairs that we are confronted with daily: Police
Brutality, ISIS, War, School Shootings,” the list can seem endless. These are, indeed, dark times.
But as we’ve learned in these past few weeks on this sermon series
about learning to welcome the dark, it’s important to unpack the stereotypes
people have about darkness. Especially
since people with darker skin are unconsciously or even consciously demonized
simply for their skin’s pigmentation. And when it comes to the feelings of
anger, grief and depression that arise in response to these personal, national
and global injustices, let’s not push too hastily for people to “get over it,”
to swallow their pain and anger and “move forward,” as the saying is so often
reiterated.
Because
as Barbara Brown Taylor reminds us in her book, Learning to Walk in the Dark, “The best thing to do when you are
flattened by despair is to spend time in a community where despair is daily
bread. The best thing to do when sadness
has your arms twisted behind your back is to sit down with the saddest child
you know and say, ‘Tell me about it. I
have all day.’” (Taylor,
Barbara Brown, Learning to Walk in the Dark,
HarperOne, New York, NY, 2014; 86). But we have
to do this without expecting all this to magically cheer us up and whisk us out
of our dark emotions. By listening to
their words, hearing their stories, and holding those powerful, violent
emotions as best we can, we are at least acknowledging that, yes, this has
happened, and it is worthy of healing.
But of course, many would disagree. You may have noticed the kind of rhetoric
that has arisen in response to these events, the kinds of insensitive, offensive remarks jumping off of blog posts and blurted by political
pundits that seek to blame the victims, downplay the seriousness of the issues,
and divert our attention from the work that needs to be done. Our culture basically pushes two
options for us in the face of these massive injustices: fight or flight. Toss nasty verbal grenades into the fray, or
turn away and shop shop shop for the best holiday deals.
It is understandable to react to these strong feelings of those
who cry out against injustice with either dismissive acidity or detached
numbness. Because some of us have never experienced this kind of
suffering. We build walls between us and those who suffer a thousand
micro-aggressions over the course of their lives due to their skin color. Between us and the ones whose suffering is
distanced from us. Between us and the
woman who has been raped. We cannot bear such suffering, so we express
outrage that such intensity of pain is even voiced. Yet these words of
frustration and rage are found throughout the Bible, in the Psalms, in the
mouths of prophets like Jeremiah and Habbakuk who says: “Why
do you make me see wrongdoing and look at trouble? Destruction and violence are
before me; strife and contention arise.” (Habakkuk 1:3)
Here’s what we must do with those enraged by Ferguson, and those
standing in oil-slicked soil on their farms, and those whose bodies have been
abused and assaulted: we must listen to them, and hear them in the
context of prayer. We all know we live
in a world marked by violence and revenge - wouldn’t it be prudent to put those
feelings into a prayerful context? Wouldn’t it be wise to invite God into
these feelings?
That’s
just what Mary does in the Gospel of Luke. Mary was a woman who lived in “dark
times.” Because the
days leading up to Gabriel’s Annunciation to Mary were filled with many of the same
things identified by the Facebook observations. Her people were oppressed by the Romans and
despised in much the same way as people of color are in this
country. They lived under military
occupation and the soldiers often used violence in their patrols of the
villages and cities. Diseases were
common, poverty was nearly universal outside of the homes of the wealthy elite,
and crime was a constant. Hopelessness
and depression could easily settle into one’s heart, and even take hold of an
entire community. All this could lay open a person’s mind to the creeping suspicion
that perhaps God has finally abandoned us, left us to our own devices, given up
on us.
The world holds its collective breath, waiting to see if and how
God will respond. Will God punish us for
these feelings or mutely turn away?
Neither. God chooses a third way. God listens and responds. God responds by effecting a transformation in
the darkness. Despite all of the
negative stereotypes about darkness, Mary instinctively understood that God
works in darkness differently than in light, but God still works in those dark
places. It is within Mary’s womb, as
dark a place as can be found, that the Messiah is conceived and grows. There in the secret, dark place of a young unwed
teenage girl’s shame – there you see, is Mary’s God, the God of our raped
daughters, the God of our murdered sons, the God of our desecrated earth. This is the God who sees that things must change, and creates in her a
future that causes Mary to burst forth in song:
“My soul doth magnify the Lord and rejoices in God, my savior! For he has looked with favor on the lowliness
of his servant. Surely, from now on all
generations will call me blessed.”
In what
ways might Darkness be trying to effect a transformation in you, in us? What voices are we supposed to hear in the
Darkness? Whose hands can we reach
for? Especially during this period of waning
moon and approaching winter solstice, what Taylor calls “endarkenment,” let’s
not be too quick to run to “the light” and miss what Darkness is trying teach
us, trying to dismantle in our individual and collective egos.
The
Darkness is trying to show us that we can do better, that we need to reach out
for the hands and shoulders of God’s sons and daughters - no matter their skin
color, sexual orientation, culture or economic level – and see them as having
inherent dignity, value and worth. The
Darkness is urging us to sharpen our senses to God’s created world and
recognize that our earth and its precious waters and biotic communities have
inherent dignity, value and worth.
So how do
we take those first, shuffling steps into the darkness? This
afternoon some of us will be taking gift bags and singing carols at Country
Comfort Assisted Living. We will be
going to what some people think of as a “dark place,” where the elderly wait
for the final shroud of death to enfold them, a place where few people go to
visit because it’s uncomfortable, and they do not want to be reminded of their
own mortality. But we will go and see
that even in that dark place, new life grows in unexpected ways.
Two days ago I went to another place that people might call “dark.” I went to Haven Ministry, the homeless shelter
for our tri-county area. Few people
would want to be there, a place where poverty throws its victims, where
domestic violence tosses its abused women and children, a place where people
only go as a last resort. I only went because I was sent there with the gifts
bought by our youth with money from our Rich Huff Fund. So I arrived with clothes, a toy and some
diapers for a 5-week-old infant who was there with his mother. I don’t know what her circumstances were, but
I could imagine the pain and humiliation she had endured, the hopelessness she
must have experienced, the “darkness” that surrounded her. But I asked if I could see the child – and she
took me back to her little room. There
on the bed the little baby boy was sleeping, as perfect and holy a child as I’ve
ever seen. New life in this place of
darkness.
In a few minutes, I will hold Laylanya and Koda in my arms and stroke
their soft hair with the baptismal waters, a reminder of the dark birth waters
of our planet, the dark waters that pillowed them in their mother’s womb. And I pray that when the day comes when they
feel lost and abandoned in the darkness, they will be reminded of the words from
Psalm 139:
Even the darkness is not dark to you; the
night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13 For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
God
is calling us in the dark to listen and learn and lend a hand even more at this
difficult time. Because, as Mary reminds us, God is at work in ways that are
not immediately visible to us, but are nevertheless powerfully moving among us:
49 For the Mighty One has done great things for [us],
and holy is his name. 50 His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.
God has not abandoned us. God is at work as much now as in the beginning of our dark-shrouded world, as when God’s people cried out for justice and mercy from the depths of the biblical texts. The God of Mary’s womb, and the God of Jesus’ tomb – both places of darkness – is our God: the God of our broken bodies and hearts and communities who comes to bring healing and new life in the darkness. Put your hands on God’s strong shoulders, listen for God’s voice guiding you in the darkness. And take your first shuffling step. Amen.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
An Advent Sermon Preached as the Character of Darkness
Learning to Welcome the Dark, Sermon Series, Part Two
The Rev. Dr. Leah D. Schade
December 7, 2014
Matthew 1:18-25
Watch the video of this sermon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HikRTIF2e8
I long to
befriend you, too. Every night, even as
you try to diminish my power with your electric, artificial lights, I still
wait to soothe you with sleep. I will
always be here, waiting for you to lay down into my arms. I am patient to hear your prayers, catch them
in my hands and bear them up to God. And
I wait at the edges of your room for you to turn off the blinking dots,
extinguish the rectangular screens of flickering lights, and allow me to enfold
you with my healing power. I will stand
guard over you, listening for your even breathing, your relaxing sighs. I will wait steadfastly for you to let go of
your need to be in control, to work your body and mind past the point of
exhaustion. I will never abandon my post
of bringing in the Sabbath, and the restorative rest at the end of each
day. And you may find that one day I may
bring an angel to your bedside with a holy message from our God. How will this happen? When?
Why? You may wonder. All I can tell you is - I am the keeper of
sacred secrets. Within me are the hidden
places where life begins.
The Rev. Dr. Leah D. Schade
December 7, 2014
Matthew 1:18-25
Watch the video of this sermon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HikRTIF2e8
Some call me
Nyx, the daughter of Chaos. Some call me la noche, the night. You may
call me Darkness. I am the bringer of sleep; I usher in the
hush of slumber. I was with God from the
beginning, choshek, covering the face of the
deep out of which God burst forth with all of Creation. I was given equal time with my twin sibling Light. In my body I hold the stars and moon. Within me are the hidden places where life begins. I am the keeper of sacred secrets.
I touch each
of you every night with my soft caress, gently pulling you down to your
pillow. You may think that your brain shuts
itself off when I pull the curtain over your eyes, but what I see is something
very different. I watch your neural
cells clean away the toxins of all your thinking during the day. I see your body healing itself, all the
organs and systems realigning to the order set for them by God’s hand.
And yet I am
given so little time to do my work with you.
You chase me away more and more with your addiction to light. How I long to embrace you and fill you with my
life-giving, life-restoring power. But
every night you poke holes in me with the little red lights from your machines,
the blinking dots by your bedside, the flickering screens that confuse your
brain and damage your body’s ability to rest. You pride yourself on your ability to fight
me, to resist my pull over you. But you
only hurt yourself when you refuse the gift of sleep I offer you.
You think
you must push me away. But what you do
not realize is that I am the escort of God’s angels to you. Angels are the messengers of God, and they
work best when you sleep. After your
brain mops up all those stress chemicals in your brain, sweeping away the
detritus of your mind, only then is there room and space for the dreams. The angels bring you the dreams that contain
God’s messages to you.
I remember a
night many moons ago when I was the angel’s escort to a man named Joseph. This man had always fought against me. He did not like darkness. He slept with a candle lit in his room every
night. He preferred daylight when he
could see to pick up his carpenter’s tools and work the wood of his trade. He was a strong man with splintered and rough
hands. But his heart was gentle and
kind, sanded down smooth by the love of his mother and father.
All his life
they had faithfully brought him to synagogue, taught him the Torah, and on the
evenings of the Shabbat, when I have the joy of bringing the day of rest, they
gathered as a family to keep this holy commandment. God’s Law, God’s history with the people, the
stories gathered and retold over centuries of God’s saving love for them –
these are what shaped and refined the wood grain of Joseph’s character week by
week, month by month, year by year. His
mind and his morals were as sturdy as the furniture he and his father fashioned
in their shop, glistening with the fine oil they applied to the surface of the
wood to make it shine.
It was this
shine that caught the eye of the young girl who would one day become his
betrothed. Mary liked the sureness of
Joseph, his dependability, his steadfastness.
She liked the idea of being married to a man who could provide for her
and her children – not just the means to raise a family, but the faith in God
that would keep them joined to their people and their history, as sure as the
legs of the tables he made were fitted snug to the top, supporting it without
fail.
And Joseph
was drawn to this young girl who seemed to have a wisdom from depths he could
not fathom. She thought deeply and
looked at you with eyes that saw beyond your own thoughts. Certainly she was unlike the other young
women who were suggested to him as prospective mates. Mary was a woman who welcomed me, invited me
in willingly every night. She needed no
candle. She made me her friend, shared
her prayers with me in her under-the-blanket voice.
It did not
surprise me at all when I learned I was to escort an angel to her one night. He came with the message that the Messiah was
to be born to her, Mary. The Hope of the
world had found the one in whom he should incarnate. I watched her closed eyes move rapidly beneath
her lids as she spoke to the angel in her dream, wondering how she would
conceive if she and Joseph were not yet married. You may wonder the same thing. All I can tell you is – I am the keeper of
sacred secrets. Within me are the hidden
places where life begins.
She could have
waited to tell Joseph until the roundness of her belly began to show, but she
did not. She could not. She loved Joseph, trusted him with her secret
as much as she trusted me.
But Joseph
does not like mystery. He likes surety,
security. This news was heart-rending for him.
Night after night I tried to bring sleep to Joseph, to soothe him. But no sooner had he laid his head into my
bosom did he bolt upright again, pace his room, murmur to himself, pray into my
hands and ask for God’s mercy. By day
the dark circles under his eyes grew deeper.
His work in the shop became shoddy and he injured himself because of his
tiredness.
He knew that
by rights he could have dragged Mary into the street to have her stoned for
carrying a child that was not his own.
But as I said, he was an honorable man.
He resolved to quietly end their betrothal and leave her to her parents
who would certainly send her away, such was the shame she had brought to them. It was that night after he had made that
decision, when I brought the angel to Joseph.
He was so
exhausted by then, he could no longer resist my pull on him, and he laid down
to sleep after lighting his familiar candle.
I brought in the night breeze to extinguish it just before I escorted
the angel to his bedside. He came with
the message that the child growing in Mary was the Messiah and that he should
not be afraid to take her as his wife. I
watched Joseph’s closed eyes move rapidly beneath his lids as he spoke to the
angel in his dream, wondering how he would withstand the shame, the ridicule of
their neighbors. You may wonder the same
thing. All I can tell you is - within me
are the hidden places where life begins.
I am the keeper of sacred secrets.
And that night Joseph rested better than he had his whole life. From that night on, Joseph and I became good
friends. He learned to trust me. And I would bring the angel to him many more
times with even more important messages.