Ecological Hermeneutics: “The Bible and Climate Change”

mckibben.4In a very short order we got very, very big. Human beings have always been in Job’s position–small. Our job is to figure out how to get smaller again. And I think it is essentially a theological task.
Bill McKibben

Ched Myers is always up for the challenge of making the Society of Biblical Literature’s annual gathering of “Bible geeks” accountable to the sanctuary, the street and the soil. He’s been chipping away at the ivory tower for decades now. Here are a few highlights from a paper Myers read at the Society of Biblical Literature, a couple of weeks ago, participating on a panel assessing the 20th anniversary of Bill McKibbon’s The Comforting Whirlwind: God, Job and the Scale of Creation (1994):

On McKibben’s Legacy:

Whether or not we are aware of it, every one of us owes you a huge debt of gratitude for a life’s work of truth telling, movement building and relentless advocacy. Like many of us in the room (I hope), I’ve been following and occasionally participating in 350.org since its inception, especially around the Keystone XL work. You and your colleagues have animated a truly grass roots initiative that uniquely translates the complexities of climate catastrophe into mobilizing soundbytes.
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Indeed, to exhume scripture’s radical critique of imperial culture is to endure diffident dismissal by the secular left, shrill hostility from the religious right, and studied ambivalence from the ecclesial center. Yet your work on Job stands in the noble minority tradition of engaged readers of Word and World such as Jacques Ellul, Martin Luther King, Jr., William Stringfellow, Dorothy Soelle, Ernesto Cardenal, Cornell West, and Elizabeth McAlister—none of whom, let it be carefully noted, were or are professional biblical scholars.

From Job to Jesus, homing in on Jesus’ teaching in Luke 12, “that awkward moment in Luke’s gospel where Jesus, in the middle of a strongly worded diatribe about the economic delusions and entitlements of the rich, whirls around and exhorts his disciples to ‘pay attention’ to the birds and wildflowers (Lk 12:24-28)”:

But what if Jesus is simply summarizing the argument from Job’s whirlwind, a teaching meant to be taken with utter seriousness? What if this paean to birds actually demands that we confront the three pathological characteristics of modern capitalist culture—addiction, anxiety and alienation—as life and death issues? It then becomes for us truly a “text of terror”—but also a key to our liberation.
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Jesus is invoking a cosmology shared by indigenous and traditional peoples the world over and throughout history, which was translated into economic lifeways characterized by symbiosis with nature, sustainable and local production and consumption, and cooperative and equitable work patterns…

Prodding McKibben: A Transition from “petitioning around policy issues” to “nurturing place-based politics” (aka, Watershed Discipleship):

I think we will see in the coming years that it is those who are rooted on particular land who will be most able to say no to the carbon juggernaut, and to say yes to more sustainable lifeways. To me, Bill, this suggests that our movement ought to be spending at least as much effort nurturing place-based politics as we do petitioning around policy issues and organizing big marches, as important as the latter are.

The approach of watershed discipleship is, in the tradition of Job’s whirlwind and Jesus’ ode to birds, blessedly geocentric, and firmly straddles the dialectic of healing the earth and delighting in it. It is my strong conviction that it can animate communities of faith to engage in contextual and constructive witness as they awaken to the realities of climate catastrophe—for which awakening we are greatly indebted to Bill McKibben.

Words to Our Children…Part 2

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Leah and I have had a rich correspondence as we have both tried to grapple from our different social locations with the power of racism in our lives. The grand jury decision not to indict Officer Darren Wilson for killing Michael Brown left us both feeling outraged and hamstrung, with the question, what do we do now? And what do we tell our children? Leah has a daughter, Dance (10 years) and two boys, Michael and Gabriel (3 years). I have a daughter, Sylvie (4 years). I asked Leah what she would tell my child, and Leah asked me what I would tell hers.

Kate Foran, November 2014.

Tuesday we posted Leah‘s letter. Today we post Kate’s. Continue reading “Words to Our Children…Part 2” →

Words to Our Children…Part 1

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Leah and I have had a rich correspondence as we have both tried to grapple from our different social locations with the power of racism in our lives. The grand jury decision not to indict Officer Darren Wilson for killing Michael Brown left us both feeling outraged and hamstrung, with the question, what do we do now? And what do we tell our children? Leah has a daughter, Dance (10 years) and two boys, Michael and Gabriel (3 years). I have a daughter, Sylvie (4 years). I asked Leah what she would tell my child, and Leah asked me what I would tell hers.

Kate Foran, November 2014.

 

Today, we post Leah’s letter and tomorrow we will post Kate‘s. Continue reading “Words to Our Children…Part 1” →

Advent Longing

light-in-the-darknessFrom author and activist Ken Sehested, a resident of the French Broad watershed of the Southern Appalachian Mountains in Asheville, NC. Ken just launched a subversively informative site called Prayer & Politiks:

Oh Wondrous One, Who rides the skies and consorts with the earth— haunting the heavens, hounding mere mortals with the expectation of ecstasy—come and rouse hungry hearts with the aroma of your Presence.

Let the song of angels sound again, announcing glory to God and peace for the earth.

Give your people wombs of welcome to the news of reversal: the annulment of enmity and the Advent of promise.

Let every lip echo the jubilant manifesto of creation’s destiny with justice and with joy.

Set our hearts on the edge of our seats, shivering in hope, longing, longing for the age when bitter memory dissolves into Magnificat.

Holy One of heaven, mark these dark nights with the brilliance of your star to guide emissaries of exclaiming grace.

The grace of contradiction and scandal to the insolent innkeepers of this age.

The grace of blessing and bounty to the indigent, and to all who find no lasting home save in the age to come.

Our Divine Duty

Professor-Obery-Hendricks-Jr.From Obery Hendricks in The Politics of Jesus (2007), on Jesus’ command to love our neighbors:

In practical terms this means that when we who claim to know God become aware that any of God’s children are caught in webs of oppression in mind, body, or spirit, it is our divine duty to struggle for the liberation and deliverance of our suffering neighbors in the same way that we would struggle for our own. In this sense, the only true evidence of one’s love for God—and the only true evidence of real spirituality—lies not in retreating to a private prayer closet, although it is important to go there to gather strength and guidance by communing with God undistracted. The only authentic evidence of spirituality is that we have personally sought and struggled for the health, wholeness, and freedom of others.

What Are You Thankful For? Gratitude as a Way of Life

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Joyce Hollyday is a co-founder and co-pastor of Circle of Mercy, an ecumenical congregation in Asheville, North Carolina as well as Word and World. She served for fifteen years as the Associate Editor of Sojourners magazine and is the author of several books, including Clothed with the Sun: Biblical Women, Social Justice, and Us and Then Shall Your Light Rise: Spiritual Formation and Social Witness.

I walk through the opening as the steel door clangs open and head toward the vending machines with my fistfuls of quarters. Nothing new, unfortunately. The same sugary, neon-colored sodas, salt-laden chips, and dry, mystery-meat sandwiches on bread as thin and tasteless as cardboard, wrapped in cellophane. But these will be my friend Wiley’s only chance at lunch. The prison doesn’t serve lunch on Saturdays. Continue reading “What Are You Thankful For? Gratitude as a Way of Life” →