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Prayer: Lord, help me to see You in every part of my day, even in the places I least expect. Open my eyes to Your presence in the ordinary and the extraordinary moments of life. Amen.
The Cathedral of Hope Devotion Ministry began as an answer to Progressive Christians who wanted to start their days with a little insight, observation, or wisdom about the Christian faith from their own point of view. Conservative internet devotions were abundant, but there was not much out there for liberal thinkers. The need was clear.
Being a large church, we had a generous amount of writing talent available and also a large number of congregants with theological training who were not on the pulpit. In the early days of the ministry, most of the writing was done by the clergy, but gradually the majority of the writers emerged from those lay volunteers.
That dynamic is still in place as new authors are always joining in to keep the ideas fresh. It’s a fitting structure for any center of progressive thought. This particular Body of Christ has many voices and each one has a unique and important story to tell.
SCRIPTURE ļ»æ Genesis 1:25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds… and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. READING “We have only begun to love the earth, … only just begun to envision how it might be to live as siblings with beast and flower and not oppressors.” Denise Levertov, “Beginnings” WORDS OF HOPE Last Wednesday, Sage and I pulled up at the old house in East Texas that has been a sanctuary for some 40 years. I was exhausted and, like so many, had been battered by the cruelty and chaos of the powers that be and needed renewal, so the trees’ vibrant greening, the migratory loons calling across the waters, and the does heavy with child called my heart to open. Since tumultuous weather had pummeled the area a few weeks ago, I entered the house cautiously—checking ceilings for leaks and other signs of damage. A sigh of relief issued forth as all seemed well—until I reached my bedroom where signs of a raccoon incursion from the attic were everywhere: broken ceiling tiles, scraps of old insulation, animal droppings, new raccoon scat, and muddy paw prints. While empathizing that these masked creatures had probably sought refuge from the storms, I was disheartened at the wreckage and that rather than being able to rest while here, I’d have to kick into work mode trying to find someone to repair the house and make sure there were no critters still in the attic. I would also have to don mask and gloves and disinfect the area in a way that would protect Sage and me from toxins in raccoon scat. Beginning to unload the car, I saw something move on the leaf bed by the back door. I walked closer and discerned the dark shape and patterns of a snake, but couldn’t tell whether it was venomous or not. At my closeness, she arched her slender neck in warning, and I scooted Sage into the house. I told her that I meant her no harm—and hoped that my soothing tone and the lack of hostile action would signal my non-threatening presence. This is not to say that I am casual about snakes: The bite of a copperhead years ago landed me overnight in the Marshall hospital followed by several painful days at home, so I have a healthy respect. But in Franciscan mode, I resisted what seemed the code of many area folks—to kill snakes in any situation—and left her to find her safe place. When Brad, the wildlife removal person, came out, he was a spiritually grounded man who sang in a praise band and lived by a creed for animal life akin to my own, using humane traps and non-toxic products. God does indeed show up in strange places! As we discussed procedure, I felt the worry begin to release in the face of his expertise and his care. In the midst of these encounters, a beautiful cedar waxwing flew inside, rapt by the holly berries which load our bushes, and, in spite of much wooing and humane ways of encouraging him to return to freedom, he stayed the night. Over the course of the time he bunked in with us, he grew to know my voice, I think, becoming less frantic when I approached, at times perching quietly on a curtain rod. A few days ago, the administration gave the go-ahead to ignore the endangered species protections in the Gulf of Mexico though a huge number of species have gone extinct worldwide. While the extra intensity and care on behalf of these 3 creature-kin asked for more from me in a weary time, I cannot think it is less than what they are due as God’s good creation. And I think of those who gave—and give—extra care to me and feel grateful that Brad and I were here for them. PRAYER Teach us, God of all creation, that practicing care for our creature-kin is indeed another kind of “Good Trouble.” Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon
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SCRIPTURE ļ»æ Genesis 1:25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds… and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. READING “We have only begun to love the earth, … only just begun to envision how it might be to live as siblings with beast and flower and not oppressors.” Denise Levertov, “Beginnings” WORDS OF HOPE Last Wednesday, Sage and I pulled up at the old house in East Texas that has been a sanctuary for some 40 years. I was exhausted and, like so many, had been battered by the cruelty and chaos of the powers that be and needed renewal, so the trees’ vibrant greening, the migratory loons calling across the waters, and the does heavy with child called my heart to open. Since tumultuous weather had pummeled the area a few weeks ago, I entered the house cautiously—checking ceilings for leaks and other signs of damage. A sigh of relief issued forth as all seemed well—until I reached my bedroom where signs of a raccoon incursion from the attic were everywhere: broken ceiling tiles, scraps of old insulation, animal droppings, new raccoon scat, and muddy paw prints. While empathizing that these masked creatures had probably sought refuge from the storms, I was disheartened at the wreckage and that rather than being able to rest while here, I’d have to kick into work mode trying to find someone to repair the house and make sure there were no critters still in the attic. I would also have to don mask and gloves and disinfect the area in a way that would protect Sage and me from toxins in raccoon scat. Beginning to unload the car, I saw something move on the leaf bed by the back door. I walked closer and discerned the dark shape and patterns of a snake, but couldn’t tell whether it was venomous or not. At my closeness, she arched her slender neck in warning, and I scooted Sage into the house. I told her that I meant her no harm—and hoped that my soothing tone and the lack of hostile action would signal my non-threatening presence. This is not to say that I am casual about snakes: The bite of a copperhead years ago landed me overnight in the Marshall hospital followed by several painful days at home, so I have a healthy respect. But in Franciscan mode, I resisted what seemed the code of many area folks—to kill snakes in any situation—and left her to find her safe place. When Brad, the wildlife removal person, came out, he was a spiritually grounded man who sang in a praise band and lived by a creed for animal life akin to my own, using humane traps and non-toxic products. God does indeed show up in strange places! As we discussed procedure, I felt the worry begin to release in the face of his expertise and his care. In the midst of these encounters, a beautiful cedar waxwing flew inside, rapt by the holly berries which load our bushes, and, in spite of much wooing and humane ways of encouraging him to return to freedom, he stayed the night. Over the course of the time he bunked in with us, he grew to know my voice, I think, becoming less frantic when I approached, at times perching quietly on a curtain rod. A few days ago, the administration gave the go-ahead to ignore the endangered species protections in the Gulf of Mexico though a huge number of species have gone extinct worldwide. While the extra intensity and care on behalf of these 3 creature-kin asked for more from me in a weary time, I cannot think it is less than what they are due as God’s good creation. And I think of those who gave—and give—extra care to me and feel grateful that Brad and I were here for them. PRAYER Teach us, God of all creation, that practicing care for our creature-kin is indeed another kind of “Good Trouble.” Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon
SCRIPTURE Ephesians 3:4 In reading this, then, you will be able to understand my insight into the mystery of Christ. WORDS OF HOPE Ancient Writings On this first week of the Season of Eastertide, I’m wondering if the writers of scripture would be curious about all the church Seasons or astounded that people are still reading and interpreting their narratives and letters. In this stage of human development, we have a rare opportunity to understand that what we do will likely have an impact in the distant future. The internet makes us aware that what we report on social media immediately becomes news about who we are. We have the chance of purposefully creating our legacy for future generations multiple times over. The ancient writers may not have known the impact of their epistles and grocery lists, but here we are the stewards who have a unique glimpse at how these civilizations lived, fought, and died. A snapshot of time. We try to ‘read’ what we can into the lives of those people who struggled to live in such a mysterious and violent era. The people who fought to survive in Jesus’ day had a much bigger puzzle to fill in about their origins, what they believed, and whether or not they had a greater purpose. Yet, here we are with their mail which was postmarked 2000 years ago. What an incredible gift they left us. Their thoughts are now our Gospels. Theologians have been busy for millennia trying to decipher their ancient code that has now fallen into our hands. Perhaps instead of zooming into ancient scriptural insights with our modern microscope, we might be wiser to attempt to understand who those original authors were, living under Romam rule, contrasted to our lives today, with freedom to speak our minds. There are many among us however, who have taken advantage of that freedom and interpret those ancient writings to their own political advantage. There are those who consider themselves Christians yet manage to ignore the bigger picture teachings about loving our neighbor as ourselves and have in many ways reverted to eye-for-an-eye, tit-for-tat mentality. They will be leaving behind their lessons in bullying and brutality, but my prayer as I write my feelings and complaints on the internet is to consider “what will my life look like when somebody reads my own mail in a few thousand years?” What will I do or say to create a better world with my life and works as an example? It helps me to remember to pause before I rant. What will you tell yourself as you write your own thoughts and feelings that could someday be considered somebody’s internet scriptures? PRAYER May I never shy away from telling the truth of God’s love for all and may the spirit of my conversations or writings always reflect the spirit of Jesus. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Charlie C. Rose Order of St. Francis and St. Clare
SCRIPTURE Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. WORDS OF HOPE Do you ever just open the Bible and let whatever passage appears speak to you? This practice is called bibliomancy. You may enter into this practice with a specific question or concern in your heart; or, you may come with an openness that simply desires that God fill your heart and mind with whatever God believes you need in that moment. Like many of us right now, the goings on in our country and in the world weigh heavy on my heart. Most days the only thing I feel I can do is pray. Recently I began my morning prayer time with my thoughts going in what seemed like a million different directions. I randomly opened my Bible to this, Psalm 36, from The Message. ļ»æ The God-rebel tunes in to sedition— all ears, eager to sin. He has no regard for God, he stands insolent before him. He has smooth-talked himself into believing That his evil will never be noticed. Words gutter from his mouth, dishwater dirty. Can’t remember when he did anything decent. Every time he goes to bed, he fathers another evil plot. When he’s loose on the streets, nobody’s safe. He plays with fire and doesn’t care who gets burned. God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost; Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks. How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat our fill at the banquet you spread as you fill our tankards with Eden Spring water. You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light. Keep on loving your friends; do your work in welcoming hearts. Don’t let the bullies kick me around, the moral midgets slap me down. Send the upstarts sprawling flat on their faces in the mud. I am particularly drawn to the use of the word “God-rebel” instead of wicked. It cuts right to the implied actions of those who commit wicked deeds. When these actions are distilled down to the lowest common denominator, they all rebel against the “meteoric love of God.” Taken as a whole, this psalm yields a powerful and comforting message. Read it carefully, and then read it again. What words and phrases speak to you? What part of this psalm will make today easier for you to face? PRAYER Author of the Universe, open my eyes to see wonderful things in your Word! Guide me to the words I need so that I may grow in understanding, knowledge, and faith. Remind me that meditation on your words will bring peace to my days. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Kris Baker Order of Saint Francis and Saint Clare
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