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Life. Love. Liturgy.: The Book

2/27/2014

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What sort of God do you get when the images you have don't look a thing like the person you see in the mirror? What do you get when they do?

What does sacred encounter look like when a person no longer practices religiosity or believes in God?

When religion's beliefs or dogmas are inadequate or unjust, what might keep a prophetic person or community rooted in religiosity?

I'm pleased to present Life. Love. Liturgy., my newly released collection of short stories and poetry, available online for purchase. In it I explore the processes of crashing against, opening up, dismissing, and broadening prescriptions of God and religion.

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This book spent twenty months in gestation after being crowdfunded by many generous donors on Kickstarter. Over those nearly two years, I unexpectedly ventured away from the Roman Catholic Church and eventually found myself in the Episcopal Church (as a member of a Benedictine Canon community), with many stops in between. The order in which the pieces are presented is the order in which they were written, in order to honor the ways in which my own journey shaped this collection.

Each piece in this book is written in honor of someone. The first piece, Emmaus, is written in honor of my friend, Rev. Cody Unterseher, who died unexpectedly in April 2012. His theological courage, his pastoral compassion, and his untimely death compelled me to shake off my fears and take up my vocation as a writer about matters of ultimate concern. I owe a debt of gratitude to many people, but especially to Cody.

If you are interested in interviewing me about Life. Love. Liturgy. for your blog or other communication outlet, please contact me.


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Greetings and Farewells

2/15/2014

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This is my last day as a Roman Catholic.

Tomorrow I will be received into the Episcopal Church by Bishop Kirk Smith of the Episcopal Diocese of Arizona, thus continuing my baptismal journey, continuing my journey as a novice of the Community of St. Mary of the Annunciation Benedictine Canons, and beginning my journey in a new-to-me Christian tradition.

I am continually surprised at the deep connections I find between my adult faith and the faith of my childhood. I am about to enter the Episcopal Church, a church that liturgically isn't very different from the Roman Catholic tradition. My devotion to a relational, triune God was established before I knew it on Trinity Sunday, the day of my baptism.  And my formation in the Community of St. Mary of the Annunciation Benedictine Canons, whose devotion is to God's preeminent open-hearted listener, the Theotokos, began not during my years of graduate study at St. John's School of Theology in Collegeville, Minnesota, but at my baptismal church, St. Mary of the Annunciation Church in Greenville, Ohio.

My Prior suggests that synchronicities such as these are worth attending to.  I have always been a fan of synchronicity--I have just never experienced so much of it in one place as I have in the Sonoran Desert these last five months.
  All the threads of my life of faith--the threads of liturgical practice, structured prayer, understanding of God as relational/transcendent/imminent, singing, feminism, openness, commitment to the seeking of truth in all places and people, and humility in the presence of God's wondrous deeds--all of these and more are woven into the pattern of my faith life at St. Augustine's and as a Benedictine Canon Novice of St. Mary of the Annunciation. And the pattern they weave takes my breath away.

I say farewell to the Roman Catholic Church in kindness and love, and I greet the Episcopal Church with fondness and hope. I
trust that my almost thirty-two years as a Roman Catholic Christian have not been in vain, but instead have created a strong foundation on which I can build a stronger faith.
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Advent 2, Monday

12/9/2013

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This past Saturday, my family hosted an Advent housewarming, and I found the wreath and berries you see to the left from Trader Joe's.  A tiny wreath and a few tea candles make the passage of Advent time more pronounced, and the faint scent of pine reminds me of home.

When I was growing up in northeast Ohio, I was surrounded by evergreens.  On Earth Day each year it was customary to receive an evergreen sapling from school to plant at home, and my family planted them.  One of the most beautiful places in Ohio to see evergreens is Quail Hollow State Park in Hartville; another is the Jesuit Retreat House in Parma.  Evergreens like those don't grow in the desert.  Instead, the thriving flora of the Sonoran desert include Mediterranean olive trees, which would have been familiar to the eyes and hands and mouth of Jesus of Nazareth.

I miss my childhood home enough to buy an evergreen wreath that isn't native to where I live.  Maybe next year I'll fashion my own wreath with olive branches and olives.  Olive branches have always been a sign of goodwill, and olive oil is a sign of majesty, healing, and nourishment.  Appropriate for the season that awaits the arrival of the majestic, healing nourisher, yes?

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Advent 1, Tuesday

12/3/2013

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Tonight I began my evening prayer by lighting the candles of my family's menorah while chanting

O God,
come to my assistance.
Lady,
make haste to help me.
Glory to the Mother,
and to the Daughter,
and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning,
is now,
and will be forever.
Amen.


I read the reflection of the day from St. Augustine's Advent devotional booklet, and then I turned to the light of the Chanukah candles.  The rest of my prayer took the form of awe in that gentle light.

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Advent 1, Sunday

12/1/2013

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Five candles alight in my family's menorah as the first day of Advent ends.

Advent tugs more insistently than usual this year.  Slowing down seems necessary, but not for its own sake--not like last year when I was stressed out with worry and anxiety along with the usual ailments of pregnancy in the first trimester.  This year I find myself calm, finally settling into this new life, this new place.  My partner settles into his job as I settle into my new religious community.  We are happy.

Our joy is spacious and green with vitality. 
It is because of this that Advent pulls on me as it now does.  I am open to it.  I am at home, ready to ritualize deeply.

I will make my oblation to the Benedictine Canon community of St. Mary of the Annunciation two weeks from now, witnessed by all who are present at the St. Augustine Gaudete Sunday liturgy. 

The color for Gaudete Sunday is rose,
and by rose I mean resurrection,
and by resurrection I mean the glorified new life
of a broken, animated body. 

I am a broken, animated body,
ready for glorying,
for
I am broken.
Broken, I can be shared as bread
When shared as bread, I am Christ.


As I approach my oblation, my vow of self-emptying and steady prayer, I find myself contemplating Jesus as fellow minister.  Scripture says Jesus was thirty years old (Luke 3:23) when he began his ministry, and it's commonly held, though scripture is not explicit in this regard, that his ministry lasted three years.  He was like me--young, but not too young to be wise.  I feel such a kinship with this man, the one who lived and walked and preached, who spoke out radically from and against his tradition.  My christology is low this Advent, close to the earth, gritty, deep.

In addition to my new prayer practice (which I believe may keep me away from much of my ordinary internet time)
, I plan to plant a garden.  Here in the arid desert, in the bright mid-winter, something may actually grow. 

I invite you to consider an Advent practice of your own, and to share it below, if you wish.


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Thanksgivukah Advent-ures: How to Celebrate the "Season" before You Celebrate Christmas

11/21/2013

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If you're like me, you're just not ready for the red and green and tinsel cropping up at Target, Starbucks, and the grocery store.  I want to go, "Hey, don'tcha know there's all kinds of cool stuff that goes on for a couple of months before Christmas ever arrives?"

I invite you to try out the following this year, not to ditch your family traditions, but to expand them.


Thanksgiving/Chanukah: This year, for the first time (and the last time for 77,000 years, according to one source, Thanksgiving and the first day of Chanukah coincide.  This year, as you finalize your Thanksgiving day menu, consider a few Jewish specialties, like latkes or matzo ball soup. 

Pro-tip: matzo ball soup can be made in minutes using a handy-dandy pre-made dry mix in the Jewish section of your grocery store.)  When you and your family and friends are gathered around the Thanksgiving dinner table, share the story of the miracle of Chanukah, in which an oil lamp with only enough oil for one night lasted eight nights, providing ongoing light in darkness.  Chanukah is an eight-day Jewish feast of enduring, miraculous light--telling this story is is a great time to light the first candle of eight of your menorah, if you have one, or perhaps the first of other candles you have on your table.  Allow this to be your segue into a giving of thanks by each person around the table.

Then, when you awake the day after Thanksgiving, consider just staying home.  Really.  Eating latkes with cranberry sauce for breakfast while sipping home-brewed coffee and wearing fuzzy slippers is a far gentler holiday practice than trampling your neighbor at 3 a.m. to get through store doors.  Consider continuing your candle-lighting through the eight days of Chanukah, saying a silent prayer as you light them if you aren't familiar with the Hebrew prayers.

Next, Advent, as in, advent-ure!  
That's right--before you pull out your tubs of Christmas glitz, try cutting a few boughs from an evergreen (places that sell Christmas trees may give these away for free, if you don't have any evergreens of your own) and fashion an Advent wreath with your kids.

Each Sunday, beginning December 1, light one of the candles.  Sing a verse of "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" or "People Look East" with your kids. Invite them into conversation about what the dawning of light means.  Refer back to the Chanukah ritual, if you used it.  You might ask:

Why do we want light when it's dark?  

What are examples of darkness we experience?  

What are ways that we can bring light to dark places?
 
Allow Advent to be the season of quiet, pregnant anticipation that it's intended to be--because if you do, the glimmer and dazzle of Christmas Eve's light and the bright clamor of Christmas morning will shine and ring out for you in a whole new way.



This post was originally featured at parentwin.com.
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Seek and You Shall Find

10/17/2013

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Last month I wrote about looking for religious formation that's good enough for my daughters.  While I was on the hunt for a place that would be good enough for my daughters, I was also looking for a community that would be good enough for me.

I found it.

Color me surprised--after nine years of wishing I were just back home, St. Augustine's Episcopalian Church has presented itself as more than a place to stay a while.

Maybe it's that there are women wearing vestments during liturgy, and it's not even a big deal.

Maybe it's that, in their recitation of the creed, their pronoun for the Spirit of God is "she."

Maybe it's that they offer free nursery care for the kids who aren't old enough to go to Sunday School but are too squirmy for an hour of liturgy.

Maybe it's that their pastor is a former pro-baseball player who just got back from a week-long spiritual writer's retreat. 

Maybe it's that their community is small, that there's a cadre of writers who write original collects for their liturgy, that there are several instrumentalists accompanying the vocalists, or that the vested leaders sit choir style in honor of their Benedictine tradition.  Maybe it's that the community sings hymns and psalms in their entirety and pause before they give voice to the prayers of the people.  Maybe it's that the presider offers blessings to all those celebrating a major life event, or that the ministers look you in the eye and hold your gaze as they offer you the Bread of Life.

Or maybe it's that the pastor and other leaders are willing to take time to be welcoming, to learn your name, to ask how this community can be hospitable to you.  Maybe it's that that pastor is willing to take forty-five un-rushed minutes to talk to a mere layperson and find out how she got here and what she brings to the table.

Or maybe it's just that it's a place where I don't have to fight to be seen or heard or acknowledged.  Maybe it feels like home because it is a home--for anyone who wants to claim it as theirs.

The thing is, I'm not ready to call myself Episcopalian.  I am still Roman Catholic, and I am also very much more than Roman Catholic.  I have no desire to trade one tiny identity box for another.  But I am willing to add to my identity. I am also willing to claim this particular community as mine--because this community is willing to claim me as one of theirs, just as I am.

I'm home.

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Why I am a catholic

11/4/2012

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Last night a friend of mine from one of the social networks posed the following:

So here's a question - as a non-religious person, it's hard for me to understand the pull of this particular church. If you are not supportive of the Catholic Church's bad practices that go against the teachings of Jesus (as I would describe them, and as I suspect you might), then why is it important to be in that denomination? Is it a hope to make change from within? How is your staying in the Catholic faith good for you, and good for those oppressed by the bad practices of the Catholic hierarchy?


I offer the following in hopes of clarifying for her, for others, and for myself, just why it is that I choose not to relinquish my catholic identity.

A couple of months ago, I had a life-changing experience in an Islamic gathering place filled mostly with Jews, a symposium hosted by the local Unitarian Seminary.  I realized in that place that G-d was indeed calling me, and calling me to much more than I'd ever realized.  "Multi-religious identity" is the phrase that stuck with me, and I scampered off to my local Unitarian Church to experience multi-religious identity in action.  I seriously considered enrolling in the local U.U. seminary, knowing that such a radically welcoming religious tradition would fit my heart's call perfectly.

Of course, I make plans, and then G-d thwarts them.  I found out I was pregnant in mid-October, and all ideas of seminary, of finally fulfilling my 11-year call to ministry, went out the window again.  (My family comes first, and that's the way I prefer it.)

When I realized I wasn't going to pursue seminary right away, or perhaps ever, I took a look at what I was missing when I went to the UU church.  I missed two things: the ritual and the story.  I don't miss the rampant bigotry or bullying, but the liturgy and scripture have shaped my life for the last thirty years.  I've also been to half a handful of catholic churches in which the gospel--the good news--is truly proclaimed.  Radical inclusion, in these two or three places, is the rule, not the exception.  They operate as the rest of the Catholic Church should.  They are what make catholicism resonate so strongly for me.

I also look at the people who most inspire me--Jewish and Muslim leaders--and I see that they have not ceased to be Jewish or Muslim simply because of the evil of some people in their respective traditions.  They live their traditions rightly and beautifully, and they set an example for not only people in their traditions, but everyone around them. 

That is the sort of catholic I am--not someone who kowtows to the pope (because the pope and the hierarchy are completely dispensable, as far as I'm concerned), but someone who cleaves to catholic story and ritual and sees her fellow creatures in richer, brighter hues as a result. 

I am catholic with a small c--"universal" is what the word means--rather than Catholic with a big C (which is what I was when I was quietly obsessed, like so many Catholics are, with avoiding the punishments of speaking too loudly about what one really thinks). 
I embrace all people, whether they are religious or anti-religious or somewhere in between.  I see wisdom in all ways that embrace deep and abiding love, which is the great gift the UU church has given me. 

I am catholic, not because of the hierarchy's permission or lack thereof, but because I have been called by Christ, that sacred, wonderful manifestation of G-d.  This is where I feel most at home--not because of the bullies, but because of the lovers.  And I will remain catholic until, somehow, the stories cease to speak to me, and the holy practice of radical table fellowship and of washing the feet of others ceases to touch me.

I won't leave just because the leadership structure and many of its members are corrupt.  I am no cave-dweller.  I will stay as long as I find my deepest hope in the catholic (again, small c) way of being religious.  And, thanks to the UU's and my Jewish and Muslim inspirations, I will be a catholic who harbors no fear.  G-d will never detest me for prophetically crying out against injustice.  Quite the opposite.  I, unlike the vast majority of my Catholic friends, am in a place in which speaking out costs me nothing that I would regret losing.  So I find myself in the position of a prophet.  It's not what I expected, but I am happy to be able to plow the way for holy change in the RCC and other Christian denominations. 

Bottom line?  Merely being Catholic would not satisfy my heart's yearnings, but being catholic does.
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Finding my way

9/9/2012

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I went back to Starr King Unitarian Universalist Church in Hayward today.  It was my second time there.  They remembered my face, even though they didn't remember my name. 

Their annual water ceremony took place today, and I got to take part.  It was like communion, except we were giving, not receiving; processing forward from the outer aisles rather than the inner one; returning through the inner aisle rather than the outer ones.  This water will be used for child dedications/baptisms throughout the coming year.  The whole service revolved around water images, including the story at the beginning involving raindrops personified.  One of the raindrops was brave enough to leave his tree branch and fall alone into a bucket for the sake of the parched ground below, even though all the other drops thought he was nuts and refused to join him.  The earth grew desperately dry, the flowers becoming pale and limp, the grass turning brown.  After a while, another drop beheld the lonely drop in the bucket and decided to join him.  Another drop saw this and followed suit, then another, then another, till the bucket was brimming and another bucket was needed.  After many buckets were filled, a great wind came and blew over all the buckets, drenching the parched earth.  Before long, the wilted flowers stood up again in vibrant hues, and the grass was once again green with life. 

I cried.

Afterward, there was a scheduled "information session" for newcomers, and I chatted with one of the new ministers as I waited for the session to begin.  By the time it began, the pastor, the minister I was talking to, and a church member were joining in; two more people also wandered in as we sat talking.  Each person introduced herself/himself to me and told me a bit about how s/he came to be in that place, in that faith tradition.  Then they invited me to tell them about myself, and I did. 

I began to tell them about my educational background.  It was easy enough, at first.  Then it happened.  All the anger and sadness of being denied my call to ministry by the sexism of the Roman Catholic Church, my church, came up too high, and it spilled out of me in hot tears and jagged breaths.  Before I knew it or could contain it I was sobbing without any ability to stop.  I kept apologizing, but they listened, and they listened some more, and I felt as though each one of them was holding me perfectly in her/his arms, just letting me be there as I told my terrible, painful truth.

A part of me scolded myself when I was on my way out of the parking lot a little while later--scolded myself for allowing myself to be so vulnerable in the midst of strangers.  But the stronger part of me stopped the scolding voice, making it clear that I'm done hiding my heart when it comes to matters of faith.  Those people were there for me--a stranger--in a most tender moment. I won't dishonor their presence to me by claiming that opening of my heart to them was inappropriate.

In this church I've found living temples of my merciful God.  They exhibit, in concentrated form, the qualities that I have been drawn to in every community of faith I've ever been part of: hospitality, generosity, vision, prophetic presence, dedication, and abounding love.

I feel like I've come home.  Not that the Roman Catholicism isn't my home--it is.  But my home is also much larger, much broader, much more inclusive, and loving in many more ways than the home I've always known.  And that is breathtaking, world-shattering, and heart-opening.  I am ready to step outside the gate and find my way anew.

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Leaving the glass ceiling of religious sexism in shards

8/26/2012

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I was scheduled to proclaim the second reading today at my Roman Catholic parish.  Yesterday evening I finally sat down, pulled up the US Conference of Catholic Bishops website, and clicked into the scripture readings scheduled for today.  I scrolled down. 

What I found for my lection was Ephesians 5:21-32 (I copy the publicly available NIV translation as found on biblegateway.com, since the US Catholic Bishops do not allow copying of the New American Bible translation without their written permission):

21 Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.

22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her 26 to make her holy, cleansing[b] her by the washing with water through the word, 27 and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. 28 In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church— 30 for we are members of his body. 31 “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.”[c] 32 This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church.


Then I read the Gospel lection.

The pericope chosen by the authors of the lectionary was this passage, also presented below in NIV translation, John 6:60-69:

60 On hearing it, many of his disciples said, “This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?”

61 Aware that his disciples were grumbling about this, Jesus said to them, “Does this offend you? 62 Then what if you see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before! 63 The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit[a] and life. 64 Yet there are some of you who do not believe.” For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. 65 He went on to say, “This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled them.”

66 From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.


67 “You do not want to leave too, do you?” Jesus asked the Twelve.

68 Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. 69 We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.”


Before you are tempted to lecture me about scriptural meaning, understand that I have read the Bible in its entirety.  I've read and compared numerous translations of varying authority; I've studied ancient manuscripts on which the translations are based in Greek, Hebrew, and Latin; I've done numerous hermeneutical studies of various passages of scripture; and I've had over half a dozen graduate and doctoral level courses in scripture.  I know my scripture.  I've also known these particular passages for a long time.

But last night, reading these two readings in succession, I perceived a very clear hermeneutical slant on the part of the men who strung these passages together for the twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time.

The hermeneutical slant woven for a 21st century audience says, in no uncertain terms, that women are to submit to men; and if this "teaching" is too "hard," if it "offends," then not only do the offended not believe (in) Jesus, but they are Jesus' betrayers, the ones who will turn their backs, no longer follow him, and (by implication) shout for his crucifixion.

Let's pull back the threadbare veil of meaning that the fashioners of the lectionary have laid on today's readings so we can be quite clear: women who reject submission to men in 2012, whether as wives to husbands or Catholic women to male clerics, are against Christ.  Anathema sit.

Now, allow me to pull back my veil and be even clearer: I will no longer stand by in the quiet shadows as the sin of sexism is thrust again and again against the women of the Roman Catholic Church.

The claim that women are or should in any way be inferior to men is evil.  It is this claim that perpetuates the abuse of women by men in every imaginable rape, from rape of the body to rape of legitimate calls to ordained ministry.

This must end NOW.

Roman Catholic clergy, all of you who homilized on anything other than the horrific sexism of today's string of readings, you should be ashamed. 

I challenge every ordained member of the Roman Catholic hierarchy, from the lowliest deacon to the bishop of Rome, to examine his conscience, to make a public apology for the glut of sexism in which the hierarchy has so long engaged, and to make a public call for women to be restored to their rightful place of holy dignity--side by side with men, rather than in hierarchical relation to them.

I suppose I owe the authors of the lectionary a thank-you, however.  Were it not for today's readings, I might never have had the shattering revelation that my relationship with the divine cannot be contained within my Roman Catholic faith.  My faith is bigger, more embracing, more inclusive, and more perceptive than the religious sphere the Roman Catholic hierarchy attempts to dictate.

So thank you, lectionary creators.  Thank you for reminding me that a whole world of religious experience and holy encounters with the divine exist beyond your meager vision.  Thank you for showing me your golden calf in all its splendor, that I might be moved to break the tablets in my hands and ascend the mountain again to hear God's word anew.
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Freedom from shackles, freedom to see God in all

8/22/2012

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Yesterday I attended the first annual Starr King School for the Ministry Symposium.  The theme of the Symposium is "Living in the Differences," and the featured speaker is Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi, founder of the Jewish Renewal Movement.  The opening ritual and talk were held at the Islamic Cultural Center of Northern California, and my boss strongly urged me to attend.

Ibrahim Farajaje, the Provost at SKSM, had this to say at the closing of his drash (sermon/reflection) for the opening ritual:

So, Come, Come, Lovers of Leaving,
Come across the threshold into living in the differences;
So, Come, Come: Leave limited consciousness to be plunged into the Ocean of Oneness;
So, Come, Come: Leave attachment to limited notions of self;
So, Come, Come to become Microcosm and Macrocosm;
So, Come, Come: Leave behind notions of 'us' and 'them';
So, Come, Come: Let us build sacred, vibrant, fun, deliciously organic, (g)locally-grown and sustainable communities in the Caravan of LOVE!


And both Ibrahim and Reb Zalman talked about multi-religious identity.  Can you just sit with that for a minute? 

Multi-religious identity. 

You mean I don't have to be merely Christian?  I can be both Jewish and Christian?  I can be Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist?  Not in the sense taking on any of the exclusivistic aspects of these traditions, but in the sense of authentically embracing and living by their holy texts, images and names for God, and spiritual practices that invite illumination, deepening, and unity/love among all.  To be multi-religious (wow!) is to break down my exclusivistic faith constructs so I can reach out fully with deep awareness, embracing and accepting my neighbor as the embodied revelation of the divine.  If that isn't holy practice, tell me what is. 

You know what?  We only get one shot at this set of circumstances we're placed in.  Every choice we make has an unknowable (but imaginable) ripple effect.

Ask me my creed:

Will I choose to embrace only Roman Catholic identity any longer?  No. 

Will I reject Roman Catholic or Christian identity?  No. 

Will I spend the next years of my life seeking out the best living spiritual teachers there are from each of the world's major religions so I can sit at their feet and learn from them?  Yes.

It's a new day, my friends.  I shed the shackles with which my long-time faith binds me so I can put on the power to love that my faith has always offered me.  And my faith will be broader and richer and more diverse than I ever imagined it could be.  Starting today.  Well, starting yesterday.

I went up to my Bay Area bestie after the talk was over and gave him a long, tight hug.  "Thank you!" he said.  He pulled back and looked at me and said, "Wow, that really had an impact on you, didn't it?"  I nodded and my eyes got all wet and he said, "You're shaking."

Reb Zalman and Ibrahim Baba and all the people present in that sacred place rattled me, shattered me, made a new way possible for me.

If you want me, I'll be picking my way through the rubble, moving forward in amazing, radiant, warmth-imparting light.  <3
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