By Nathan Holst, a sermon
O Spirit guide us now, O Spirit guide us now, O Spirit guide us now, in your way, guide us; Spirit guide all of us today as we listen for where you are moving. Amen.
That song by Sara Thomsen is one I used quite a bit at a gathering in Washington DC just last month where 20 white Christian men came together with Ruby Sales, a Black civil rights and freedom movement leader, to talk about a theology of redemption for white men in this time. My friend and colleague, Tommy Airey, invited me to come and be a part of the group that he and Ruby Sales had put together, and partly because Mother Ruby is one of my heroes and because I was drawn to the work, I said yes. When I shared about it with Pastor Kathy, she asked me to preach and share about my experience, so that’s what I intend to do this morning. And as I share, I want to put up a picture of Mother Ruby to honor her and bring her into this space because she was our spiritual guide in this work. Continue reading
By Sarah Holst
Dear RadicalDiscipleship readers,
For the last several years, we have been putting out a RadicalDiscipleship store in November full of advent reflection books, kids’ calendars, greeting cards, and books. We have loved putting it together and the ways it felt like we were physically in touch with communities who read and contribute to this space.
This year we do not have a store up through RadicalDiscipleship, however that energy and creativity of making resources for radical Christian communities has not stopped, we are simply turning it over to Geez magazine’s website where there is much better capacity and technology to accommodate such things. Continue reading
By Matthew Humphrey (right),
Not one stone will be left stacked upon another
the teacher said, the twinkle in his eye dimming just a moment,
as they all gasped, Say it’s not so!
Their human gaze traced in adorned temple stones.
Listen to the stones, my friends.
The stones… on which Jacob dreamed at Bethel – the house of God.
The 12 stones… circled round, gathered up from Jordan rivers banks,
by ancestors, all gathered at Gilgal, the circle of standing stones. Continue reading
From Michelle Martinez, a Latinx-Mestiza environmental justice activist, writer, and mother, who is working on a 30-day challenge to reframe our #climatefuture positively.
I want to breathe a cold Nov moment, quiet rustling of leaves, not smog sirens, so I can hear our ancestors’ cantor.
I want human sun houses to warm, drink tea and get VitD all winter, replacing warm car naps and drivethrus.
I want grapevines and cucumbers and other edible climbers to replace chain link fences.
I want Black Friday to mark the day we make per pupil allotments equal across all zip codes. Continue reading
By Kateri Boucher
Do you remember when
all that time ago
you asked to be held
Said yes, I will stay in
And the wine and pita
and big old
were your friends
Well now it’s almost Thursday
and you haven’t even looked
for the moon all week,
and the tension feels lonelier
tonight than you remembered
and half the power’s out
and the mice have found the rice
and left a little trail
down to the basement
But even now I suppose
it isn’t too late to crack
a smile at the whole damn
light a candle in the kitchen,
sweep up the rice,
remember that you asked
to be held because you
3 more days now
til next Sunday
By Ken Sehested, new lyrics to “Amazing Grace,” inspired by Luke 18:9-14
Kyrie, kyrie, eleison
Let mercy magnify
May all my days reflect thy praise
And earth and heav’n reply Continue reading
By Ric Hudgens (right)
“Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.”–Toni Morrison
I don’t want the thin love anymore.
So thin it needs a second coat.
to be seen at a certain angle
to hold the weight
to pull us out of the ditch
to keep things connected
to grasp with both hands
to tie my life together
to nourish our souls.
Give me the thick love.
The love that is love.