HYPHENATED FAITH
Musings and materials of Amelia KB - a hyphenated identity, half-Chinese, half-Scottish Aussie... Minister, widow, step mum, foster mum, mentor, sister, missiologist, theologian, home cook, writer, musician, creative... a place of play and dabbling.
Remember your heart, O God!
Make your home anew in our lives.
Bring home the wandering daughters.
Restore right relationships among us.
Prepare a table for us together.
Amen.
Creator of life and life-bearers,
Thank you for the women of my line,
For the mistakes and achievements,
For the influence and distractions,
For the connection to now and future,
May their stories continue to bless.
Amen.
Holy God of comfort and wholeness,
bring peace and a healing hand.
May the tender touch of a woman
bring a moment of human contact.
May women be life and hope bearers,
proclaiming good news through acts of grace.
May long shifts and disturbed sleep
give way to dreams of Heaven’s promise.
May Wise instincts kick in
when training and sense seem distant memory.
May signs of Hope and Gratitude
bring energy for the next day.
(written for Hamilton-Broadmeadow Uniting Church, Newcastle) Tune: Nettleton (Come thou font of every blessing)
We have grown despite our difference.
We learnt songs to bring our praise.
We have met to share together
and give thanks for blessed days.
We have served in faith as partners.
We have shared our stories too.
We are shaped by Wisdom’s leading
called to share the Gospel true.
Love the Lord - is our first calling.
Love each other - is the next.
Love creation - restore beauty.
Receive love that we might bless.
Bless the outcast. Bless the lonely.
Feed the hungry. Help the lost.
Do not count what is asked of us
for the Christ has paid the cost.
Glory be to the Creator!
Thanks to the Redeeming Son!
Sanctify us, O Sustainer -
Holy God: the Three-in-One!
You are wonder! You are mystery!
You are hope in times of strife!
We have glimpsed you through our history,
lead us forward into life! c.2014, Koh-Butler
When people gather to hear eco-sermons, it will be within the freshness and fear of Pentecost AND amidst the 40th birthday celebrations for the Uniting Church.
This piece, then, is offered in memory of those who invite us to bring both vertical and horizontal themes to the cross, where confession of brokenness and promise of resurrection intersect.
I wondered what good news we might be challenged with… especially when I realized we had been set an essay topic, or a scenario, rather than a set of bible readings or a proposition about God.
I wondered if the organizers were really wanting a green theology, a word of prophetic challenge or a teaching testimony to the Creator?
The present con-text we have been offered describes a changing awareness of the place of human beings… it begs the questions: An awareness that changes from what… to what?
With my Buddhist background, I find it curious that there is an increasing emphasis on ‘mindfulness’. Often this is described as an intentional awareness… of surroundings, self and others.
Are we, I wonder, intentionally aware of the place of human beings ?
Do we increase our awareness by including words about people and their place ?
Perhaps we could commence with an acknowledgement of Land ?
God’s Land
When we see the Land as markers in the revelation of God,
we stop thinking of ourselves (humanity) as the centre of all creation.
When we see God as the centre and God’s creation as receiving life from God,
we see a different pattern, helping us to find our special place.
(A symbol of the Land may be used as a focal point for this prayer: earth, sand, rocks, plants… )
This is God’s Land.
Many have gone before who have honoured God by caring for the Land,
in the ways they have lived and in the stories they have shared.
We give thanks for the First people,
who have held as sacred the duty of protecting the Land
and living in harmony with it.
May God honour and bless them – now and to eternity.
(From Wide and Deep, A.Koh-Butler, 2017)
Indeed, if we regard the Land as sacred and acknowledge a special relationship between First Peoples and the Land God placed them on, perhaps we read the revelations of God in sky, sea and scripture with a refreshed sense of the mysteries of God.
If we hear Psalm 19 or Colossians 1 in the voices of First Peoples, perhaps we can step back from colonial interpretations of justified dominion and domination,
instead remembering the context of People dispossessed of their relationships with one another and creation, longing for the liberation to claim ‘home’ sovereign.
Could such a dream of sovereignty offer a foretaste of the Kin-dom of Heaven? I wonder ?
If, on this Land, those of us (who are Second Peoples) sought to learn from the heritage of 60,000 years of interactions between Land and People, what might change? I wonder?
Perhaps as Second Peoples, we might tend to our awareness, not only of First Peoples, but also of one another?
Perhaps we might recognize and learn to value the blessing of Pentecost’s diversity, where the Spirit enables people to proclaim and hear and understand in many languages and cultures, rather than privileging a dominant language that requires assimilation and loss of identity (and connection with land).
In that creative moment of complex understandings, the spirit makes clear that it is not part of God’s plan that any one language shall have dominion over others… rather, the foretaste of Heaven is found in new understandings, arising from crossing cultures and embracing difference.
Might we welcome and celebrate such exchange ?
Might we offer sacrifices of praise as part of our Covenant with God and First Peoples ? - bringing into new exchange the graces we could gift from across the seas ?
Tide turns
The moon crosses sky
and the waters respond:
It is time to move
to the rhythm of Heaven.
The pull of the depths
call to the shore:
Turn to the longing
deep in your soul.
We look back to former ways
in confession
before turning our hearts
in repentance.
As we set our sails
to the new tide,
we set ourselves toward
the promise of pilgrims.
Perhaps, together, we might reclaim a holy identity for humanity? Not as individual human beings, choosing our own paths and setting the many pillaging agendas for the earth…
but claiming the place prepared for us within God’s Created Order… a place of honour and delight, as we experience the true Realm of God as the Children of God ?
Could we see ourselves as Co-creators, learning the imagination of God ?
Might we find ourselves beating swords into ploughshares ?
Might human peacemaking between peoples lead to shared goals of restoring relationships with the rest of creation ?
In the age of the anthropocene, we are indeed becoming aware that God’s creation has been reshaped by humanity.
(Some place the commencement of the anthropocene – the age of human influence upon the earth as dating from Trinity – the name given to the first test of a nuclear weapon…)
In our dehumanizing of ourselves and one another, we have led to the diminishment of creation. Yet, reading the story of the incarnation of Jesus Christ promises to us that salvation has come within reach of our hands.
In God’s embodiment into creation, as Emmanuel, God with us – we discover a new purpose for humanity…. Not as destroyer of creation, but as restorer.
Perhaps Holy People could find themselves tending to the Healing and Wholeness of Creation as gardeners?
Being sanctified (made holy) by their engagement with wholeness ? Being inspired by the glimpses of Heaven’s reveal? (I speak only of the glimpse, for I do not presume that we will effect repairs and restoration within our era.)
We could, however, proclaim the message that Heaven’s version of Earth is worth striving for… and this aim is, in fact, a KPI of the Mission of God.
If church is breathed into being by the Spirit so that the mission of God may be served, we can expect the Spirit to require of us that Church is oriented and organized to bless God in the way we tend God’s creation.
Surely such orientation must see us leading the way, rather than following reluctantly, when it comes to adopting practices that demonstrate our faith in the Generator of Life ?
Would this see every church, school, manse, hospital and aged care residence turn green as a missional imperative ? Would we begin to recognize that delaying such action represents our ongoing corporate sin ?
(Perhaps you did not expect a turn or burn sermon from me?)
Within this body beats the heart of a grandma.
When we consider the question of faithful life, we do so in the face of death.
How many species face extinction ? How many grandchildren will live ?
I believe in the promise of God to the ‘children of Abraham’: there is a place where the potential of Heaven will be revealed and experienced.
It is up to us to follow the path of God, revealed in the Way of Christ.
By restoration of relationships (with God, one another, self), by turning from greed and the habits of taking from the earth, we can learn the way of grace and true harmony… the shalom Jesus breathed upon the world.
To live faithfully, we must live as if we believe there can be a future for those who are and those yet to be – a future where Heaven continues to be revealed, rather than being a myth of memory.
We must treat our home as a space and place for the grace of God to be revealed and enjoyed. We must tend to this place as the Temple of God’s own hand… the great testimony to holy wonder.
Where is home
when there is no longer heart?
How shall we return
to try to live as if anything could be the same?
Our hearts are destitute with broken shards…
Sorrow upon sorrow,
Grief upon grief,
Tears upon tears…
What is left?
Where will this road take us?
Will Emmaus still be the Lord’s,
when Rome has stamped itself
upon our most sacred of stories
and our rites and rituals?
Our hearts drift
between frustration and anger…
Where is our help
when we long to strike back?
Blow after blow,
kick after kick,
Strike after strike…
Where is hope?
Who is this stranger?
He knows so little of the last days.
Then he reframed our story.
He went back – teaching,
explaining slowly,
so we could follow.
Our hearts burned
with wonder and delight
to find a rabbi whose message
was full and rich and life-giving…
Here was good news!
Insight upon insight,
Hope upon hope,
Joy upon Joy…
Give us more?
What more can you tell us?
Sup with us, please.
Gift us with your presence.
We would have more of this good news.
Our hearts sang with delight
when he accepted our hospitality.
Then we arrived in Emmaus
and I prepared the meal.
We asked him for a blessing
and then we realized
the hospitality was his…
Bread of His Body,
Cup of His Covenant,
Life from His Death…
Eternity revealed.