Sermon: Rethinking Christ the King: From the Ground Up

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An Ecofeminist Perspective on Fracking

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Fossil Fuel Abolitionists

Fossil Fuel Abolitionists

The Rev. Leah D. Schade
November 9, 2012

I recently took part in a presentation about slickwater hydraulic fracturing (fracking) to a small clergy group in Lycoming County, PA.  My presentation followed that of a geologist who owns a fracking company.  A genial and soft-spoken man, he spent nearly 90 minutes extolling the virtues of not just of natural gas and the fracking industry, but also his company which he believes to be operating under the highest ethical and moral standards. 

I then gave my presentation entitled, “Where Would Jesus Frack?: A Christian Ethical Perspective,” in which I pointedly critiqued his presentation by pointing out the detrimental and destructive effects of fracking and how it harms God’s creation, communities and public health.  I also provided a biblical and theological framework for clergy to engage the issue of fracking, including principles of creation care, eschewing idolatry, honoring Sabbath, prophetic justice, Jesus’ command to care for “the least of these,” and sacramentology.  [The Powerpoint slides are available, should anyone be interested in learning more – just email me at interfaithsacredearthcoalition@gmail.com.]

The group then engaged in a lively discussion with both the geologist-fracker and me, in which they raised several good questions and points.  One comment was, “I know we should get off of fossil fuels, but I just don’t see how it’s possible.  Our entire economy is built by and runs on fossil fuels.”  Later in the discussion another clergy person said, “The problem is that this issue is just overwhelming.  There are only so many things that people want to make ethical decisions about.  It’s exhausting.”

And it occurred to me that these are the same kinds of comments people would make in the days before the abolishment of slavery.  Think of it:  for 200 years our economy ran on “slave-fuel.”  It was powered by subjugated human labor.  Not only was it inconceivable for our country’s economy to function without slaves, there was also biblical and theological rationalization of the practice.  But a small group of Christians began to question the morality of slavery.  At the beginning they met in people’s homes, had private conversations, and little by little began to network with each other.  Eventually the abolitionist movement was born.  Yes, it was exhausting and overwhelming.  But their commitment to the cause was indefatigable.  Today, while equality of the races is still far from reality, the idea of owning slaves is simply abhorrent.  No one would say that slavery is an acceptable practice in today’s world.

With that in mind, I believe that we are now in the midst of a fossil fuels abolitionist movement.  Currently most in our society simply cannot conceive a way for our economy to be powered by anything other than fossil fuels.  But there are small groups of concerned citizens who are actively working to bring about a new reality, a paradigm shift.  Some of us are compelled by our religious convictions, some by science, some simply by a commonly held set of ethical and moral standards that convince us that the fossil fuel economy needs to be completely abolished.  We meet in homes, houses of worship, and coffee shops.  We are connecting over the Internet, through Facebook and emails.  We travel to protests, speak at public hearings, and write letters to our legislators and newspapers.  We are fighting a well-funded system of what St. Paul would term “the powers and principalities.” This “domination system” (using Walter Wink’s phrase) seeks only its own profit and self-perpetuation at the cost of the subjugation of the entire planet and those most vulnerable who are now bearing the brunt of the climate crisis, pollution, and toxic water and air.  But I believe the day is coming when the idea of powering our world with fossil fuels will be simply abhorrent.  There will come a time when no one will say that extracting and burning fossil fuels is an acceptable form of energy.

As for the geologist-fracker who firmly believes that his company is one of best out there in terms of its ethical and environmental standards?  He is the equivalent of an 1850’s slave owner bragging about how well he treats his slaves.  His entire livelihood and life’s calling is built on seeing the earth as an extractable resource, its dark shale a tight treasure trove of saleable gas and its fragile surface simply a barrier to the crude oil underneath.  In the same way slave owners looked on human beings from Africa as nothing but an extractable resource, their dark bodies a treasure trove of saleable labor. 

Before I left the clergy gathering, the geologist-fracker, who is a Christian, said to me and all of us, “I have read the Bible cover to cover many times.  And I have not found within it anything that tells me I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing.”  To which I replied, “Isn’t that interesting.  Because I have also read the Bible cover to cover many times, and I have come to the exact opposite conclusion.”

Slave owners quoted Scripture’s passages about owning slaves as legitimation for their evil practices.  Many of them were upright citizens who loved their families, and made sure their slaves were housed and fed.  Many of them were learned men and successful business owners.  Most of them were Christians.  But the institution of slavery was (and still is – because it continues to thrive in the shadows of society) evil, plain and simple.

In the same way, this geologist-fracker is not an evil man.  He loves his family.  He treats his employees well.  He is a scholar of rocks and legitimate business owner.  And he is a Christian.  But the business he is in is evil, plain and simple. 

For 200 years our economy has run on fossil fuels.  But that time is coming to an end.   To all of you “fossil fuel abolitionists”: take heart, keep up the good fight, and know that, in the words of The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”

Mad Men: An Environmental Assessment (The Draper Family Picnic)

In honor of the series finale of Mad Men, I'm reposting this piece from 2012:
 

The Draper Family Picnic

The Rev. Dr. Leah Schade

Nov. 5, 2012

Mad Men episode “The Gold Violin,” Season Two, opens with Madison Avenue advertising creative director Don Draper standing in a sleek Cadillac showroom eyeing the 1962 Coup de Ville appraisingly.  On the verge of entering an elite social and economic level as his firm Sterling Cooper enjoys increasing revenue under Don’s creative influence, the impeccably dressed, eternally handsome man seems made for the expensive status symbol, and it for him.  “This is the car for those who’ve already arrived,” purrs the salesman.  But Don is hesitant at first and leaves the showroom without purchasing the vehicle.  He is not quite sure that he has indeed “arrived.”

The senior partner of Sterling Cooper soon convinces him that he has.  Mr. Bert Cooper informs Don that because their coffee company client was so impressed with his sales pitch for their product, he has now been invited to sit on the board of the Museum of Early American Folk Arts.  “That’s nice,” says Don dryly.  “What is it?”  It’s obvious he does not take this offer seriously.  That’s when Cooper reframes the invitation for him: “Philanthropy is the gateway to power.”  These words are placed in front of Don like an expensive cigar, just waiting for his well-manicured hands to pick up, pass appreciatively beneath his nostrils and light up.  “There are few people who get to decide what will happen in our world,” Cooper says.  “You have been invited to join them.  Pull back the curtain and take your seat.” 

    

The seat is leather, “like the cockpit of a jet,” exclaims his gorgeous, blonde wife Betty (on whom Don has cheated repeatedly since Season One).  He brings the shiny, sky blue road-yacht home to her and says simply, “It was expensive.”  “You deserve it,” she says.  “You work so hard.” 

Neither of them give any thought to the fact that the car is a gas-guzzling pollution machine, averaging only 8 m.p.g.  How could they?  In the early 1960’s, environmental consciousness had not yet appeared, much less been mainstreamed.

The next time we see Don and Betty, they are draped across a bucolic country hillside, the sedan parked sedately on the lane just above them.  The sun dapples their red-and-white checkered picnic blanket while a tapestry of green trees frames them like a picture postcard.  Laying back against her reclining husband, Betty sighs, “We should do this more often.”  “We should only do this,” Don replies cleverly.  Their young son frolics nearby as his charming older sister, Sally, asks innocently, “Are we rich?”  Her parents exchange a quick glance, and her mother replies, “It’s not polite to talk about money.”

Don then stands up, holding the can he has drained, and chucks it into the distance.  I gasp.  Betty silently checks the children’s hands to make sure they will not soil the new car.  Then she stands up, picks up the edge of the blanket and shakes it out, sending paper plates, napkins, leftover food, and all manner of picnic trash flying everywhere.  My hand goes to my gaping mouth. 

The camera seems to take the point of view of one of the nearby trees, unmoving, unblinking in its gaze, watching as the family gets into the spotless boat-of-a-car and sails off, leaving the formerly beautiful scene spoiled by their garbage.

“I can’t believe they just did that!” I exclaim to my husband.

“But that’s what they did back then,” he reminds me.  “Nobody thought it was wrong to leave your trash behind.  Besides, Don certainly didn't want all that garbage in his shiny new car.”

This is all before the 70’s image of the iconic “crying Indian” surveying a landscape littered with trash, and the cartoon owl reminding children, “Give a hoot, don’t pollute.”  If the fictional Don Draper were alive today, he would be in his late 80’s. In fifty years, he would have seen the advent of Earth Day, the rise of grassroots environmental organizations like Greenpeace and Friends of Earth, and the evolving of society’s conscience about not overtly leaving one’s trash behind, out of sight, out of mind.

 

But what we see in this fictionalized snapshot of the Draper family picnic is exactly the kind of attitude that still exists among much of our nation, especially among the wealthy.  The Drapers are a lovely, upstanding, and - yes, Sally - rich family who live in a protected bubble of wealth and prestige.  Don makes a living selling illusions to the public on behalf of corporations hawking products that will more often than not end up in a landfill along a bucolic country lane somewhere.

Their expensive car is, despite its shiny chrome and automatic windows, nothing more than a machine that throws its trashy fumes into the air, trapping heat in the earth’s atmosphere that warms the seas and contributes to the horrific mess left behind by superstorms like Hurricane Sandy.  And would Don have risen to replace Bert Cooper, he would no doubt encourage the natural gas corporations of today to throw their philanthropic dollars at the poor rural communities desperate for an infusion of cash in order to secure their power that enables them to trash America’s farms, woodlands and waterways while raking in as much profit as possible.    

  

In the final scene, Don is driving home from a party with his wife Betty swaying greenly in the passenger’s seat.  Is it because she has had too much to drink?  Or because a man at the party they were attending at the Stork Club has just informed her that her husband and his wife were having an affair?  Regardless, the result is the same.  In a bit of poetic justice, Betty vomits all over the seat of her husband’s brand new car.

“You’re garbage, and you know it,” the jilted husband had told Don earlier at the party.  Garbage is as garbage does, apparently.

The excesses of Don’s generation have left our world in a pool of vomitus and garbage.  And the children of Don and Betty are continuing their parents’ drunken addiction to fossil fuels, endless consumerism, and destructive excesses.  The picnic is over.  The trash still remains. 

A Christian Perspective to Drilling in Rock Run

United in Christ Lutheran Church

 PO Box 95; West Milton, PA 17886

1875 Churches Road Lewisburg, PA 17837

UICLutheran@dejazzd.com      570-568-2254

Facebook: United in Christ Lutheran Church

October 21, 2012

An Open Letter to Governor Tom Corbett, DCNR Secretary Richard Allan, and Anadarko Regarding the Protection of Rock Run and Old Loggers Path in Loyalsock State Forest:

We are members and friends of United in Christ Lutheran Church in rural Lewisburg.  We are alarmed about the threat to Rock Run and Old Loggers Path in Lycoming County from the natural gas industry.  This pristine wilderness area of Pennsylvania is a treasure that should be protected.  We are asking you not to develop the Clarence Moore mineral rights in the Loyalsock State Forest and to halt natural gas development in the Old Logger’s path area. 

This issue is important to us as Lutherans for several reasons.  First, we see the despoiling of the Rock Run area as nothing less than the degradation of God’s gracious gift of creation. Scripture witnesses to God as creator of the earth and all that dwells therein (Psalm 24:1). The creeds, which guide our reading of Scripture, proclaim God the Father of Jesus Christ as “maker of heaven and earth,” Jesus Christ as the one “through [whom] all things were made,” and the Holy Spirit as “the Lord, the giver of life” (Nicene Creed).   Thus we believe all of creation is worthy of protection, especially those areas that are particularly sensitive and whose ecosystems are fragile.  Rock Run is one of those areas.

Second, the Holy Bible gives us several examples of mountains and waterways being special places in which God reveals God’s self.  We believe that this area of Loyalsock State Forest is a place where God’s presence in creation is experienced deeply by those who hike, swim, and fish there.  A natural area such as this is not a domain to be conquered and exploited for short-term gain, but to be enjoyed, preserved, and explored as a wondrous, sacred trust.

Third, according to Genesis 2:15, our role within creation is to serve and to keep God’s garden, the earth.  You have an opportunity to leave a legacy for this state and future generations that preserves the pure water, native fish populations and unparalleled beauty of the forest.  It is your responsibility as leaders in government and industry to protect this ecologically and aesthetically sensitive area.  And it is our responsibility as Christians to ask that you do so.

Finally, according to the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America (ELCA) social statement, “Caring for Creation,” adopted in 1993 (http://www.elca.org/What-We-Believe/Social-Issues/Social-Statements/Environment.aspx): “We live within the covenant God makes with all living things, and are in relationship with them. The principle of participation means they are entitled to be heard and to have their interests considered when decisions are made.”  We urge you to consider the interest of the fish, fauna, trees and plant life, as well our children who deserve the opportunity to be in communion with their earth-kin in this area of Rock Run.

We will be praying that God’s will may be done in this situation.  And we trust that you will make the decision that is best for the residents – both human and God’s creation – of Pennsylvania.

Sincerely,

The Rev. Leah Schade and Members and Friends of United in Christ Lutheran Church (signatures below) 

"Farmer Amos and the Carpenter’s Son”

(The CROP Walk Sermon)

The Rev. Leah Schade

Oct. 14, 2012

Texts:  Amos 5:6-7, 10-15 -  “You trample on the poor . . .”

Mark 10:17-31 – “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”

Farmer Amos has been puzzling on something for a long time.  Day after day, year after year, he tends his flocks and cares for the fig trees his grandfather planted a generation ago.  He takes his harvest and the choicest cattle and sheep from his flocks to the market to sell.  He knows there is plenty of food.  And yet all around him, people are hungry.  They languish, begging, along the side of the road, or suffer silently in their homes.  But in the market place, the wealthy who pass these beggars along the road as they travel in to the market from their estates, they proceed to buy wine and grain and the best cuts of meat and the fattest figs from his trees.  Then they go back to their luxurious homes, barely glancing at the ones along the road, and prepare feasts for their festivals.

Farmer Amos had been puzzling on this for quite some time.  Until one day, something seized him.  As he arrived at his stall in the market, and began to set up his goods to sell, it all became clear.  He couldn’t not say anything anymore.  He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but he knew something needed to be said.  So on that day he left his stall and marched straight to the court of the king. 

No one was ever quite sure what set him off.  Maybe it was because he was one of the few who still worshipped at the Temple and honored the Sabbath, and observed the Torah.  Some say that the Word of the Lord came to Amos that day, that the Spirit of the Lord came upon him.  So focused was Amos on his task, that he didn’t realize his fellow farmers were following him.  They all noticed when Amos just up and left his stall.  This was such unusual behavior, and Amos had such a look of determination on his face, that they just had to see what he was up to.

Finally he arrived at the court of the king.  And he began to speak.  “Seek the Lord and live, or he will break out against the house of Joseph like fire, and it will devour Bethel, with no one to quench it.  You step all over the poor, and you take the food right out of their mouths.  You can build your mansions, but you won’t get to live in them.  You plant your vineyards, but you won’t drink the wine.  You take bribes and ignore the needy.  I’ve been silent for too long.  But I can’t hold my tongue anymore.  We better change the way we are living, and quick, or we’re headed for disaster.”

Amos said a whole lot more that day.  You can read it all in here [hold up Bible].  But I can tell you, the king and the priests were none too happy with what he had to say.  “Get out of here, you prophet,” they screamed at him.  “You’re talking against the king.  You better stop causing trouble!  You’re being unpatriotic!  You’re a radical!  That kind of crazy talk will destroy our economy!  Go someplace else with your protests and marches!  Let’s look at the facts and not stir up unnecessary fears.  You’re never going to change things anyway – we’re the ones in control, and we’re going to keep it that way.”

Undeterred, Farmer Amos said to them, “I’m a farmer, not a prophet.  But I know what I see, and I’m calling you out.  Or rather, God is calling you out.  Mark my words – if things don’t change, and I mean fast, we’re all headed for a heap of trouble.  But if we do as God has told us to do all along, and rebuild this society in a way that’s fair to everyone, and stop rationalizing why it’s okay for you to be super-rich and super-powerful while there are children hungry all around you; and if we start following the way God has called us to in the Ten Commandments, then maybe we can turn it around in time.”

Two years later, when the earthquake hit, and the mansions fell, and the vineyards were destroyed, many remembered the words of Farmer Amos. They even wrote down what he said.  And it was passed on through many generations.     

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Hundreds of years later, there was a carpenter’s son who began puzzling on some things.  Day after day, year after year, he followed in his father’s footsteps learning the trade, building fine things with wood that he and his father took to the market place.  He knew that God’s love for him was plentiful.  He studied the Torah and the prophets, including the writings of Amos.  He knew God’s grace was all around him, everywhere.  And yet all around him, people were hungry.  They languished, begging, along the side of the road, or suffered silently in their homes.  But in the market place, the wealthy who passed these beggars along the road as they travelled in to the market from their estates, they proceeded to buy wine and grain and the best cuts of meat and the finest pieces of furniture from his father’s stall in the market.  Then they went back to their luxurious homes, barely glancing at the ones along the road, and prepared feasts for their festivals.

The carpenter’s son had been puzzling on this for quite some time.  Until one day, something seized him.  As he arrived at his stall in the market, and began to set up his goods to sell, it all became clear.  He couldn’t not say anything anymore.  He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but he knew something needed to be said.  So on that day he left his stall and marched straight to river Jordan to be baptized by some crazy prophet named John.  And from that day on, he walked.  He walked all over the countryside, speaking about God’s love and speaking up for the poor and speaking out against injustice in the Temple and the government.

 

No one was ever quite sure what set him off.  Some say that the Word of the Lord came to the carpenter’s son that day at the River, that the Spirit of the Lord came upon him.  So focused was that young man on his task, that he didn’t realize people were following him at first.  But they all noticed when he came up out of the water and a voice came like thunder from heaven. This was so unusual, and the carpenter’s son had such a look of determination on his face, that they just had to see what he was up to.

Once he was speaking in a place located not too far from where Farmer Amos had delivered his speech so many hundreds of years ago.  And on that day the carpenter’s son said:  “How hard it will be for those who have wealth to enter the kingdom of God.  Why it’s easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.  I’ve been silent for too long.  And I can’t hold my tongue anymore.  We better change the way we are living, and quick, or we’re headed for disaster.  All of you who are first are going to be last.  And the last in line are moving on up.”

The carpenter’s son said a whole lot more that day.  You can read it all in here [hold up Bible].  But I can tell you, the king and the priests were none too happy with what he had to say.  “Get out of here, you prophet,” they screamed at him.  “You’re talking against the king.  You better stop causing trouble!  You’re being unpatriotic!  You’re a radical!  That kind of crazy talk will destroy our economy!  Go someplace else with your protests and marches!  Let’s look at the facts and not stir up unnecessary fears.  You’re never going to change things anyway – we’re the ones in control, and we’re going to keep it that way.”

Undeterred, the young man said to them, “I’m a carpenter, not a prophet.  But I know what I see, and I’m calling you out.  Or rather, God is calling you out.  Mark my words – if things don’t change, and I mean fast, we’re all headed for a heap of trouble.”

Even his closest friends said to him, “If things are that bad, who can be saved?”

And the carpenter’s son said:  “For human beings it is impossible, but not for God.  For God all things are possible.”

Two years later, when the earthquake hit, and the curtain of the Temple was torn in two, and the carpenter’s son was crucified, many remembered his words. They even wrote down what he said.  There’s even talk that the impossible did, indeed, happen – that God raised the carpenter’s son from death, and that he is alive to this day.  And it was passed on through many generations.     

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Thousands of years later, there was a group of people who began puzzling on some things.  Day after day, year after year, they tried to follow in the footsteps of the carpenter’s son, learning the faith, building fine churches, singing beautiful hymns about the death and resurrection of the carpenter’s son.  They knew that God’s love for them was plentiful.  They studied the Torah and the prophets, including the writings of Amos, and the books of the New Testament.  They knew God’s grace was all around them, everywhere.  And yet all around them, people were hungry.  They languished, begging, in soup kitchens, and government assistance offices, or suffered silently in their homes.  But in the market place, the wealthy who passed these beggars along the road as they travelled in to the market from their estates, they proceeded to buy wine and grain and the best cuts of meat and the finest pieces of furniture for their homes.  Then they went back to their luxurious homes, barely glancing at the ones along the road, and prepared feasts for their festivals.

This group of people had been puzzling on this for quite some time.  Until one day, something seized them.  As they arrived at church that morning, and began to set up for the service, it all became clear.  They couldn’t not say anything anymore.  They weren’t sure what they were going to say, but they knew something needed to be said.  So on that day they left after the service and marched straight to the center of town to join other groups of people.  And on that day they walked.  They walked all over the town, speaking about God’s love and speaking up for the poor and speaking out against injustice in society. 

No one was ever quite sure what set them off.  Some say that the Word of the Lord came to the people that day, that the Spirit of the Lord came upon them.  So focused was that group of people on their task, that they didn’t realize others were following them at first.  But everyone noticed when the streets were blocked off and traffic was rerouted and hundreds of people filled the streets to walk.  This was so unusual, and the people had such a look of determination on their faces, that they just had to see what they were up to.

And when the walk was over, the people decided that more needed to done.  And they went on to write letters to their representatives and their congressmen and their president and the ones who controlled the water and the land and the air and the energy that the people used. The spoke up and they said, “We have had enough.  Stop poisoning our streams and rivers.  Stop drilling and mining for these fossil fuels that are causing this climate crisis.  People can’t even eat the fish because of the mercury and black spots and lesions.  Don’t you see that there is a connection between the health of our soil, air, water and our food supply, and this is one of the causes of hunger in our world?  Don’t you see that degradation of the environment will lead to more hunger?  You’re exploiting us and God’s creation for profit, and now global climate change is devastating the people who are the most vulnerable, and have the least resources to cope.”

“Seek the Lord and live, or our earth is going to be consumed like fire, and it will devour everyone, with no one to quench it.  You step all over the poor, and you take the food right out of their mouths.  You can build your mansions, but you won’t get to live in them.  You put in your drill pads, but you won’t get to profit from them.  You take bribes and ignore the needy.  We’ve been silent for too long.  And we can’t hold our tongue anymore.  We better change the way we are living, and quick, or we’re headed for disaster.”

The people said a whole lot more that day.  You can read it all in here [hold up computer, phone].  But I can tell you, the king and the CEO’s were none too happy with what they had to say.  “Get out of here, you prophets,” they screamed at them.  “You’re talking against the government.  You better stop causing trouble!  You’re being unpatriotic!  You’re a radical!  That kind of crazy talk will destroy our economy!  Go someplace else with your protests and marches!  Let’s look at the facts and not stir up unnecessary fears.  You’re never going to change things anyway – we’re the ones in control, and we’re going to keep it that way.”

Undeterred, the people said to them, “We’re teachers and moms and kids and factory workers and pastors. We’re not prophets.  But we know what we see, and we’re calling you out.  Or rather, God is calling you out.  Mark our words – if things don’t change, and we mean fast, we’re all headed for a heap of trouble.”

Even among themselves they spoke to each other in worried tones, “If things are that bad, who can be saved?”

But they remembered the words of the carpenter’s son:  “For human beings it is impossible, but not for God.  For God all things are possible.”

We don’t know what will happen two years from now, or twenty.  But I can tell you, no matter what happens, many will remember your words and your walk. Some may even write down what you say and what you do.  And maybe the impossible will happen - that God will resurrect this dying planet, and that generations after us will live without hunger.  And if this happens, they may say that, in part, it was because of what we did today.  Because of what Farmer Amos did thousands of years ago.  Because of what a carpenter’s son did two millennia ago.  Because of what God is doing today.  And it was passed on through many generations.     Amen. 

“The opposite of poverty is not wealth; the opposite of poverty is justice."--Bryan Stevenson

Sermon -- Earth Speaks: What’s Next?

[Note: this sermon is best viewed rather than read. It is done as a dramatic monologue with the preacher speaking from Earth's point of view.  Click the link above to watch the video on Youtube.  The text is below:]

The Rev. Leah Schade

“Of Lambs and Limbs” Preaching series, Part Four

Texts:  Genesis 2:18-24; Psalm 8; Mark 10:2-16

[Sung:] O, Lord, how majestic is your name in all of the Earth!

I am Earth.  I am Gaia.  I am Ge.  I am ha-erets.

Birthed from your self-emptying

I knew not who I was at first.

Without shape, you molded me, atom by atom, molecule by molecule

Until I saw that I was round and hot

I could barely contain my excitement in having been created!

My surface burst and bubbled, molten lava shooting up from my depths.

You were patient with me

Until I cooled, my roundness hardening, forming great mountains of rock.

I hovered alone in space.  But not lonely.

All around me my siblings –

my sister moon and other planets joining me in our dance around Sun.

In the distance, my cousins – stars, supernova, comets, black holes. 

All of us sing to you our cosmic song of glory: 

How majestic is your name in all the cosmos, our Creator!

And then I felt something cool and blue  enveloping me like a sheer curtain.

Air!  Sky!  You were breathing into me, your breath flowing all around me:

Ruah, your spirit, surrounding me, inhaling, exhaling, wind blowing.

And what is this?  I am wet. 

Are you weeping upon me? 

I am wet all over, rain falling upon me, coursing down my mountains,

Pooling in my deep places, rising up from my depth in springs.

And then it was quiet.  Just your breath, and the sound of water.

You were patient with me

Until I was ready.  I wanted to know – what’s next?

Ooh!  What was that?

Ooh!  There it is again!

Oh!  That tickles!

What?  What is all this?  Things are moving within my waters.

Look at what you’ve done!  I am alive!  Life lives in me!

Oh, how you have blessed me!

Look – green algae! Yellow fish! Red earthworms! Blue birds!  Orange insects!  Purple frogs!

They dance and swim and fly and creep and make their home in me!

And it was not quiet!  Buzzing and sloshing and splashing and cawing and whistling!

Listen, they are all joining in the song of praise to you, their Creator!

O, Lord, how majestic is your name in all the Earth!

I am not patient now.  I want to know – what’s next?

Ooph! Ooph!  Heavy!

Thump! Thump! Paws, claws, hooves, move

(Sound of galloping)

They race on me! They jump and climb and swing from branches.

Look – there goes the monkey!

Zoom!  There goes the zebra!

Fur and scales, brown and black, white and red.

Teeth, ears, eyes, noses, lambs and limbs –

Look at what you have done!  Oh, how you have blessed me!

I am ready.  What’s next?

[Pretend to gently pull a rib from yourself. Pretend to hold a lump of clay in front of you.  Look at it, rotating it.  Slowly fashion it into a human being, like making a snow man, but a real person.

Add the details – toes, fingers, face].

What is this?  Who is this?

You drew him out of me.  Out of my very soil.  You fashioned him.

This at last is being from my being, and flesh from my body.

This one shall be called Adam, for he was drawn from my rib, from my very body.

Gasp! You are breathing into him! You are giving him your Spirit, your ruah!

He must be very special.  I must be very special, that you would think to create him from me.

Oh, he is lonely.  Yes – bring to him all that lives on me!  See what he will call them, see which one he will choose for a companion.

None?  Yes, let him sleep.

Oh, look – you are doing with him, what you did with me.

Who is this?  He likes!

As I care for him, may he care for her.

May they care for me, as I care for them.

Look at what you have done!

What are human beings that you are mindful of them,

mortals that you care for them?

Yet you have made them a little lower than yourself

And crowned them with glory and honor.

You have given them dominion over the works of your hands  . . .

Oh! Oww!  Look what they have done!

[Cough] What has happened to my air?

What have they done to your ruah?

OOhh! They are cutting into me!

My mountain – it’s gone!

My forests – where did they go?

They are taking from me, drawing my essence out of me.

Why do they not use the sun, as the plants do?

[Choking, gagging]:  What is that? That tastes horrible!

What are they putting into my water?  What is this poison?

Look at my insects.  They are dying.  My bee hives – empty.

All of these dead fish!

My animals in cages.  They live only to feed the one you have made.

And what is he doing to her?  Stop!

You are doing to her what you are doing to me!

Why do you fight your brother?

Why do you kill?

Why do you scream in rage!  Why do you not sing with us the song of glory to your Creator?

O, Lord, how majestic is your name  . . . .

Look at what they have done.  They do not love me.

They are poisoning me, taking from me, drilling me, cutting me, choking me.

They are killing me.

I am afraid to ask:

What’s next?

(Crouching with hand over head]

Bob: [stand and face the congregation]:  And Jesus said:  “Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs.  Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.” 

[Kneel down and put arm around Earth.  Lift her up by the hand.  Embrace her, placing your hands on her head].

Annette:  And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.  Amen.