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Sermon for Sunday of the Passion: Palm Sunday (March 29, 2026) by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas and posted at Preaching for God’s World Matthew 21:1-11 (Liturgy of the Palms) Matthew 26:14-27:66 or Matthew 27:11-54

Confronting empire

We begin where today’s service began – with Jesus’ triumphal procession into Jerusalem, riding on a donkey. As you may know, theologians Marcus Borg and John Dominic Crossan pointed out with great insight some twenty years ago that this procession is charged not only with spiritual meaning but also with political meaning. Jesus is heading “to the capital city of his people to confront Roman imperial power and religious collaboration with it.”¹ He is heading to Jerusalem to proclaim the power of God’s love over the powers of this world that rule by force and domination.

That’s the procession that we remember every year on Palm Sunday and that we re-enact as we walk into church, palm branches held high. But, as Borg and Crossan point out, today we also remember a second procession that was entering Jerusalem at the same time, at the beginning of the week of Passover. Passover was what they call a “tinderbox time”² in Jerusalem, when the Jewish people, oppressed and crushed by Roman rule, celebrated their divine liberation from the Egyptian Empire. Riots against the Roman Empire would sometimes break out at Passover, so every year the Roman governor – which, in the time of Jesus, was Pilate – would ride up to Jerusalem from the west, from the imperial capital of Caesarea, in a mighty show of force. Our theologians invite us to imagine that imperial procession – calvary on horseback, foot soldiers, banners, weapons gleaming in the sun, the sound of beating drums and marching feet, the smell of dust. Pilate’s procession from the west symbolized Roman imperial power.

By contrast, Jesus entered the city from the east, in what these theologians call a “counter-procession.” Whereas Pilate rode into the city on a war-horse, Jesus entered on a donkey. He chose to ride this humble animal because it recalls the prophet Zechariah, who predicted that the king of peace would come on a donkey (Zechariah 9:9-10). The king of peace would bring an end to war. No more chariots. No more war-horses. No more bowing and scraping. No more empire. The procession that we re-enact on Palm Sunday is an act of resistance. The scene from Matthew’s Gospel that we hear in the Liturgy of the Palms sounds a lot like a conversation among people in the underground who make plans and speak in passwords to keep their arrangements secret. Jesus tells two of the disciples to go into the village ahead and to find a certain donkey tied, and a colt. He says, “If anyone says anything to you, just say this, ‘The Lord needs them.’” And he will send them immediately (Matthew 21:3). If you’ve ever been part of a secret plan for non-violent civil disobedience, this is what it sounds like. So, Palm Sunday presents us with two processions on a collision course: Jesus and Pilate, the Kingdom of God and the kingdom of Caesar. This archetypal spiritual battle is underway today in many countries around the world, including here in the United States. For us, Palm Sunday arrives this year the day after a major nationwide No Kings Day protest – the third in a series of non-violent mass protests that have galvanized millions of Americans to oppose the rising authoritarianism of our federal government and to affirm that this nation belongs to its people, not to a king. No Kings Day is only the most dramatic of countless, mostly peaceful protests³ being carried out in communities across the country against what looks like the beginning of a police state in which opposition is silenced, dissidents are punished, the rule of law is overturned, and power is concentrated in the hands of a few wealthy men. That incipient police state also seems bent on destroying the living world that God entrusted to our care. Our government’s unprecedented concentration of wealth and political power⁴ has unleashed an all-out assault on climate science and the natural world. Fossil fuel companies and executives donated almost half a billion dollars to elect the current Administration and Congress,⁵ and these donors are now enjoying major returns on their investment.⁶ The administration has swiftly dismantled policies that protect the climate,⁷ opened vast areas of public land and waters to drilling, canceled clean energy projects, erased the bedrock scientific finding that greenhouse gases threaten human life and well-being, and is now refusing to regulate greenhouse gases⁸ – all this despite the fact that climate disasters will drive still more people to become refugees, even as countries increasingly shut their doors. As followers of Jesus, we hear a summons to resist. After Renée Macklin Good was fatally shot in Minneapolis by an agent of Immigration Customs and Enforcement, A. Robert Hirschfeld, the Episcopal bishop of New Hampshire, pointed out (in remarks that went viral) that clergy should be prepared for “a new era of martyrdom… It may be that now is no longer the time for statements, but for us with our bodies to stand between the powers of this world and the most vulnerable.”⁹ In a similar vein, Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe wrote a public letter to The Episcopal Church¹⁰ in which he observed that “Like Jesus, we live in frightening times… Carrying out the simple commands of Jesus – feeding the hungry, caring for the sick, visiting prisoners, making peace – now involves risks for the church and grave danger for those we serve… We must commit ourselves to paying whatever price our witness requires of us.” Likewise, more than 150 Episcopal bishops released a statement¹¹ that affirmed our Gospel summons to respect the dignity of every human being. They declared, “This is a moment for action. We call on people of faith to stand by your values and act as your conscience demands… Every act of courage matters.” Given the crisis in which we find ourselves, Palm Sunday feels different this year. Today we don’t simply remember a far-away conflict in the distant past. Today we know in a visceral way that we ourselves are reckoning with the ruthless forces of empire and its machinery of cruelty and greed. We know that our faith is on the line. I am filled with questions. How did Jesus find the strength – how do we find the strength – to proclaim the sovereignty of God in a society so corrupt and unjust that dissidents can be picked off the streets, detained on bogus charges, subjected to torture and humiliation, and almost casually executed? How did he – how do we – come to love God and neighbor so passionately that we are willing to give our lives to express that love? How did he – how do we – find the physical and moral courage to keep standing with the outcast and the condemned, to endure suffering, and yet to maintain a merciful and forgiving heart? These are some of the questions I hold as we enter Holy Week. I know that Jesus will help us find our way and give us the strength to follow him through this dark time with courage and faithfulness. The special services of Holy Week invite us to stay close to Jesus as we walk with him and as he walks with us. I want to share a simple way of praying that has meant a lot to me over the years and that you, too, may find helpful as we walk the path of love with Jesus. As I imagine it, the cross is not far away in Golgotha nor limited to a particular place and time. The cross of Christ is planted deep within me, deep within you, and at the cross I can pour out my anger, my fear, my grief, for I trust that at the cross of Christ, everything is perpetually being met by the forgiving love of God. Whatever I need to feel and to express – rage, sorrow, fear, guilt, whatever – all of it is being met by the never-failing, boundless love of God. Everything that we bring to God is transformed at the cross. It’s like alchemy, like piling up food scraps and turning it into good compost. As I see it, crucifixion is the place where God breaks through our numbness and denial and our hearts open wide to love the world in all its suffering and pain, in all its beauty and fragility. At the cross, we allow ourselves to feel anger – because anger is an expression of love. We allow ourselves to feel emptiness – because emptiness creates a space for something new to arise. We allow ourselves to feel sorrow – because shedding tears can water the soul and bring new life. We allow ourselves to feel fear – for that in itself is an act of courage.¹² Praying at the cross is where we can finally face and bear what we find so challenging, and where God in Christ can hold and bear for us whatever we cannot bear ourselves. Learning to breathe into the cross, allowing the power and love of God to contact everything within us, sets us free from being reactive and helps us to weave God’s love and strength into our very being. We are not alone. Jesus is living these days with us and through us. From within your own life, with all its responsibilities, what is yours to do in this precarious time? How is Jesus inviting you to walk the path of love? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, “Collision Course: Jesus’ Final Week,” Christian Century, March 20, 2007, p. 29. This homily is indebted to these scholars’ work. For a longer treatment, see Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, The Last Week: What the Gospels Really Teach about Jesus’ Final Days (HarperSanFrancisco, 2006). 2. Ibid. 3. Lauren Jackson, “Religious Leaders in Minnesota Say It’s Their Duty to Resist ICE,” February 1, 2026, https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/01/briefing/religious-leaders-in-minnesota-say-its-their-duty-to-resist-ice.html 4. Lawrence Norden and Daniel I. Weinter, “The Rise of America’s Broligarchy and What to Do About It,” February 12, 2025, https://time.com/7221154/rise-of-americas-broligarchy/ 5. Dharna Noor, “Big oil spent $445m in last election cycle to influence Trump and Congress, report says,” January 23, 2025, https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jan/23/big-oil-445m-trump-congress 6. Owen Bacskai, “Fossil Fuel Industry Donors See Major Returns in Trump’s Policies,” September 15, 2025, https://www.brennancenter.org/our-work/analysis-opinion/fossil-fuel-industry-donors-see-major-returns-trumps-policies 7. David Gelles, “Looking Back at a Historic Year of Dismantling Climate Policies,” December 23, 2025, https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/23/climate/climate-forward-newsletter-trump-administration-policies.html 8. Lisa Friedman, “Trump Administration Erases the Government’s Power to Fight Climate Change,” February 12, 2026, https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/12/climate/trump-epa-greenhouse-gases-climate-change.html 9.Tovia Smith, “Amid ICE clashes, New Hampshire bishop urges clergy to prepare their wills,” January 18, 2026, https://www.npr.org/2026/01/18/nx-s1-5678579/ice-clashes-new-hampshire-bishop-urges-clergy-prepare-wills 10. Sean Row, “From Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe: Death and despair do not have the last word,” January 25, 2026, https://www.episcopalchurch.org/publicaffairs/from-presiding-bishop-sean-rowe-death-and-despair-do-not-have-the-last-word/ 11. David Paulsen, “154 Episcopal bishops issue message calling for immigration policies respecting the dignity of all,” Episcopal News Service, Feb. 2, 2026, https://episcopalnewsservice.org/2026/02/02/154-episcopal-bishops-issue-message-calling-for-immigration-policies-respecting-the-dignity-of-all/ The text of the bishops’ statement is here: https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/mariann-budde-154-bishops-question-facing-america-whose-dignity-matters A 6-minute YouTube video of bishops reading the statement aloud is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAMPRZViBns&t=15s 12. I am indebted to Joanna Macy and Chris Johnstone, Active Hope: How to Face the Mess We’re in without Going Crazy (Novato, California: New World Library, 2012), especially the exercise “Breathing Through,” 73-75. For a more detailed presentation of the prayer that I call “Grounding in the Cross,” see Margaret Bullitt-Jonas, Christ’s Passion, Our Passions: Reflections on the Seven Last Words from the Cross (Cambridge, MA: Cowley Publications, 2002), 9-12.

Sermon for the Fourth Sunday in Lent March 30, 2025 Delivered by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas at St. John’s Episcopal Church, Ashfield, MA Joshua 5:9-12 Psalm 32 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32

Welcome home

What if I told you that when you walked into church this morning, you were one sort of person, but that when you walk out after the service, you’re going to be someone new? That you will be changed in a basic way? That’s the promise of the Gospel – that in Christ we enter a process of transformation that quickly or slowly changes who we are. St. Paul makes this clear in today’s epistle: “If anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!” (2 Cor. 5:17). As one writer puts it, “That’s a description of earth-shaking change that goes right to the core of our being – something so fundamental that it changes the axis of our entire bearing.”¹

*“The Prodigal Son” at the altar of St. John’s, Ashfield*

In Lent we’re given forty days in which to look closely at the axis of our lives. Where do my thoughts, attitudes, and choices still revolve around my own small self and the anxious, defensive question, “What about me? What’s in it for me?” And where have I begun to find a new axis in the expansive, never-failing love of God and neighbor? Transformation is what we’re up to in Lent – inner transformation that de-centers and de-thrones our little ego and reconciles us to God and neighbor. As St. Paul cries out in today’s epistle: “We entreat you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God” (2 Cor. 5: 20). I can think of no finer story about reconciliation with God and neighbor than today’s parable from the Gospel of Luke. It’s often called the parable of the Prodigal Son, but of course that title isn’t quite accurate, since the parable is really about a loving father who has two sons. Some folks consider it the greatest short story in the world, and it’s certainly one of the best-known and best-loved parables that Jesus ever told. This morning, I brought in a reproduction of part of Rembrandt’s painting, The Return of the Prodigal Son, which was given to my husband Jonas and me by Henri Nouwen, probably around the time that he was writing his classic book, The Return of the Prodigal Son²– a book that has inspired thousands of Christians and countless sermons, including this one. The poster is a bit frayed around the edges, since in the course of leading retreats, my husband and I have carried it to many different places, but you can still make out the basic scene: the father is a bearded, nearly blind old man in a red cloak who has placed his large hands on the shoulders of his returning son. The son – half-barefoot, exhausted, his head shaven like that of a prisoner or a survivor of a concentration camp, robbed of his identity – wears no cloak, only torn undergarments. He kneels before the father, and his cheek is nestled against the father’s chest, as if he were listening to the heartbeat of God. The original oil painting hangs in the Hermitage Museum of St. Petersburg, and it’s much bigger than this poster. In fact, it’s huge – 8 feet high and 6 feet wide – and it includes not only the scene that we see here, the embrace of the father and his wayward younger son; it also portrays the elder son and several other figures standing nearby. It was probably one of Rembrandt’s last works, painted when the artist was close to death. The story starts like this: “There was a man who had two sons” (Luke 15:11). We don’t know why, but for some reason the younger son decides to go it alone. He’s itching to leave, to hit the road and do things his own way. He asks his father to give him his portion of his inheritance in advance – a quite presumptuous and irregular thing to do in that culture – and off he goes, money in hand, to what the story calls “a distant country” (Luke 15:13), where he squanders it all in “dissolute living” and eventually goes hungry. Desperate, he hires himself out in a job considered shameful: he feeds pigs, which are unclean animals according to Jewish law. Humiliated and close to starving, he wishes he could eat the very pods or corncobs that the pigs consume. That part of the story ends with the awful words that ring like a death sentence: “No one gave him anything” (Luke 15:16). He is entirely alone. Let’s push the pause button and stop for a moment. I identify with this first part of the story and maybe you do, too. I know what it’s like – as maybe you do, too – to choose the go-it-alone path, the I-don’t-need-God path, the rebellious path that the Twelve-Step program calls “self-will run riot.” I’ve been there, done that, and maybe you have, too. We can do it for brief moments every day, and we can do it for long stretches of our lives. Whenever we choose that path, we leave our home in God – that place within ourselves where we feel seen and known and loved. Renouncing love, forsaking God and neighbor, we seize what we can for ourselves, and we do what we darn well please – the consequences be damned. There are many ways to wind up in a distant country far from home, knowing we’ve betrayed our better selves. Somewhere along the way we took a wrong turn or made a bad choice, and now here we are, as isolated and desolate as the prodigal son with the pigs, feeling helpless and full of self-reproach. Lent is a good season for reflecting on how we as individuals have abandoned or rejected the God of love and squandered our inheritance – not to wallow in guilt, but to take a frank and fearless stock of our lives in the presence of the Holy One who heals. As it says in a poignant prayer of confession in the Book of Common Prayer, we know what’s it’s like to “[wander] far in a land that is waste.”³ But it’s not only we as individuals who can wander far in a land that is waste – whole societies can do that, too. The path that most of humanity has taken for the last two hundred years has brought us to a situation in which the web of life is unraveling before our eyes. Great populations of creatures – even entire species – have vanished. Global temperatures keep rising as we keep burning fossil fuels, and the current Administrations seems hell-bent on accelerating that deathly process, taking a chainsaw to the norms and laws that maintain democracy and keep the fabric of society knit together.

Is our society like the prodigal son, wandering far in a land that is waste? It sure feels that way. So how sweet it is to reach the story’s next line, its turning point: “When he came to himself…” (Luke 15:17). The young man comes to himself, he turns, and he starts to travel home. That’s such a great line: “He came to himself.” It’s as if he began to wake up, he began to break through the spell, he remembered who he was: someone created to love himself and his neighbor, to love the natural world, to love God. When we come to ourselves, we begin to make the journey home to God. Our basic nature, our truest nature, is found as we turn and head toward God, our divine Father and Mother, the lover of our souls and the source of all life. What would it look like if we, as a society, “came to ourselves”? Maybe it would mean turning away from the illusion that we are separate from each other and must go it alone. Maybe it would mean taking hold of the truth that we belong to each other, that we belong to the Earth that sustains everything that lives, that we are made for connection and community. I can think of no more beautiful way to spend one’s life than to take part in what leaders like Joanna Macy and David C. Korten call the Great Turning, the epic transition from a deathly society to one that fosters life. That’s what philosopher Thomas Berry called the Great Work: our wholehearted effort to create a more just and sustainable world. And that’s what Archbishop Desmond Tutu called the “supreme work” of Jesus Christ: to reconcile us to God and to each other and to the whole of God’s Creation.⁴ In a time of such divisiveness and uncertainty, it’s powerful to remember that God loves it when we come to ourselves and begin the journey home to God. God gets happy when we make that turn, even if we’ve still got a long way to go. That’s what we see in the next part of the parable: The father, who seems to have been waiting eagerly for his son’s return, catches sight of him while he is “still far off.” “Filled with compassion” (Luke 15:20), he runs out to greet him. It’s completely undignified, this decisive moment when the old man hikes his robe above his shins and runs, breathing hard, sandals slapping and forehead perspiring, until he reaches his son and catches him up in his arms. That moment of reunion is the one that Rembrandt portrays. It is a wordless moment, a moment of enormous stillness, in which the gentle arms of the father embrace the repentant son and draw him close. Can you imagine those kind hands on your shoulders? Can you imagine your face sheltered in the shadow of that warm red cloak, resting against the father’s loving heart? Our souls long for that experience of acceptance, forgiveness, and reconciliation. We may need to gaze at that scene for a long time until we can really take it in. The repentant son tries to launch into his long apology, but the father will have none of it. He wants to throw a party. It’s all about joy – the father’s joy and the joy of the repentant son. Meanwhile, in the painting, the elder son, who resents his young and dissolute brother, stands in the shadows. He feels left out of the party, when – hey! – he was the brother who did everything right! He followed the rules! It’s not fair! But he, too, is deeply loved and invited to the table to share in the joy. “My son,” says the father to the angry elder son, “you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours” (Luke 15:31). “Come home,” the father is saying. “I have always loved you, and my love for your brother in no way diminishes my love for you.” That’s the scandal of the father’s love – and the scandal of the Eucharist, as well – for everyone is welcome to the feast, prodigal and respectable alike, all of us equally needing and equally embraced by the unconditional love of God. It’s a meal that can transform our consciousness and shift the axis of the self, so that we discover our center, our true self, in the unmerited and boundless love of God. So – as a Celtic prayer puts it – come to the table of Christ, “you who feel weak and unworthy, you who come often and you who have stayed away. Come, you who love him and you who wish you could. Come, you who are hungry for friendship or forgiveness. Come, you who long for meaning or a just world.”⁵ Come. The Father is waiting for you, arms outstretched. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. Ronald H. Love, “Are we willing to throw a feast?”, SermonSuite. 2. Henri J.M Nouwen, The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Meditation on Fathers, Brothers, and Sons (NY: Doubleday, 1992). 3. The Book of Common Prayer (The Seabury Press, 1979), 450. 4. Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Foreword, The Green Bible, New Revised Standard Version (New York: HarperOne, HarperCollins, 2008), I-14 5. Ray Simpson, Healing the Land: Natural Seasons, Sacraments, and Special Services, The Celtic Prayer Book, Volume 3 (Suffolk, England: Kevin Mayhew, 2004), 154, based on a prayer of the Iona Community.

Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? (Isaiah 58:6)

When my friend Bishop Mark Beckwith invited me to join him every Wednesday this Lent in a Sabbath fast from food, finance, and media,¹ my first reaction was to flinch. I do not fast casually. I am in long-term recovery from an eating disorder that included long bouts of fasting. I know what it’s like to restrict food in a willful, desperate, and ultimately futile effort to regain control. Fasting to punish myself, to compensate for compulsive binges, or to lose weight gave me no path to freedom – quite the contrary. It only tightened addiction’s grip on my body and spirit.

Nevertheless, the forty days of Lent are traditionally a season for “self-examination and repentance,” “prayer, fasting, and self-denial,” and “reading and meditating on God’s holy Word.” Over decades of recovery I’ve discovered that fasting with a spiritual purpose can be a powerful tool for personal transformation. What’s more, in this nerve-wracking, bone-chilling, heart-breaking era of cruelty and chaos, with no end in sight, it’s time to reclaim the ancient practice of fasting.

I decided to join Bishop Mark this Lent in a weekly fast from eating, engaging in economic activity, and reading, watching, or listening to the news.

Why do I – why do we, why does anyone – carry out such a fast?

We fast to break out of the habits and routines of daily life and to say that something matters more than business as usual. Business as usual must stop.

We fast to break through the paralysis of disengagement and despair.

We fast to awaken from the trance of daily life and to regain our interior lives.

We fast to see through the illusions of an addictive culture inflamed by pleonexia, the Greek word for “a passion for more, an insatiability for more of what I already have.” Even if we hate shopping, it’s easy to be seduced by the notion that if we feel restless or uncomfortable, we should buy something. The purpose of advertising is not only to persuade us to buy one object or another, but also to create a climate of craving. What if we acknowledged the truth of the poet’s cry, “The world is too much with us; late and soon / Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers”?² What if we refused to let production and consumption define our lives?

We fast to listen closely to ourselves, to drop below the strident commercialism of the mall and the marketplace, below the cash register’s loud ka-ching! and the quiet click of a credit card sliding into place. We fast to listen to the deeper hungers of our hearts.

We fast to step away from the relentless onslaught of news primed to deliver outrage and shock.

We fast to give ourselves space to honor our pain for the world, which, as Joanna Macy has told us time and again, is how we develop compassion, the willingness and capacity to “suffer with.” She writes, “Of all the dangers we face, from climate chaos to nuclear war, none is so great as the deadening of our response.”

We fast to grieve and to mourn, praying our way through our anger, sorrow, and fear. We fast to admit our mortality and vulnerability, and our radical uncertainty about the future.

We fast to recognize our dependence on the grace of God and on the gift of the next breath.

We fast to listen in silence, with full attention. When the clamor of our minds has stilled, might we hear the silent melody of a deeper, subtler and more enduring song, a love song between God and the whole created order, between God and the soul?

We fast to attune ourselves to the love that wants to be the center of our lives.

We fast to purify ourselves. We fast to express repentance and remorse for the ways we have participated in, colluded with, and benefited from a system that is killing life.

We fast as an act of protest, longing to express in and through our bodies our grief and moral outrage that corporate and political powers are tearing this country and this planet apart. We fast to protest systems that privilege billionaires, crush the poor, and devour the Earth and all her communities. Many social-justice Christians have signed a pledge circulated by Faithful America to join a Lenten fast from pro-Trump corporations. We refuse to buy anything from corporations that have allied with Trump “through political contributions, removing Diversity, Equity and Inclusion policies, or placing their CEOs in powerful positions of government.” (You can find more information here.)

We fast to proclaim that another world is possible. We fast to share in the yearning of the whole Creation for redemption and restoration (Romans 8:22).

We fast to stand with everyone who is hungry, especially those whose stomachs are empty because of poverty, injustice, or a changing climate, where drought or heat have withered crops or where extreme storms and rising seas have destroyed homes.

We join our hunger to the hunger of every living being, human and more-than-human, that hungers for life and a healthy, peaceful, and habitable planet.

Our hunger pangs invite us to hunger for what really matters.

We fast to prepare ourselves for the work that lies ahead.

We fast because, as Karl Barth once said, “The contemplative who can stand back from a situation and see it for what it is, is more threatening to an unjust social system than the frenzied activist who is so involved in the situation that he [she] cannot see clearly at all.”

What would lead you to fast?

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See Bishop Mark Beckwith, “Proposing a Sabbath Fast from Food, Finance and Media” (https://www.markbeckwith.net/2025/02/24/proposing-a-sabbath-fast-from-food-finance-and-media/) and “Guidelines for Wednesday Vigils and for Sabbath Fast” (https://www.markbeckwith.net/2025/03/03/guidelines-for-wednesday-vigils-and-for-sabbath-fast/).
William Wordsworth, “The World Is Too Much with Us”

Sermon for the Seventh Sunday after the Epiphany February 23, 2025 Delivered by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas at St. John’s Episcopal Church, Ashfield, MA Genesis 45:3-11, 15 Psalm 37:1-12, 41-42 1 Corinthians 15:35-38, 42-50 Luke 6:27-38

The moral witness of a loving heart

“Love your enemies” (Luke 6:27). That’s got to be one of the most distinctive, startling, and difficult things that Jesus ever said. The whole first sentence of today’s Gospel passage is worth re-reading: “Jesus said, “I say to you that listen, ‘Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.’” What happens inside you when you hear Jesus make this appeal? How do you receive this message in such a chaotic and frightening time? It’s not so easy to love our enemies these days – not that it’s ever been easy, but the new political reality into which this country has suddenly been plunged makes Jesus’ message even more demanding.

*A sign at the Presidents Day rally held in Springfield, MA, February 17, 2025*

Over the past four weeks the impact of the current Administration has been compared by critics and supporters alike to a natural disaster. With approval or disapproval, people in this country and abroad have compared our newly elected leaders to a tornado, a tempest, a flood, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, and an earthquake. This Administration is forcibly pushing aside whatever stands in its way, breaking down and emptying out the structures in its path, and rapidly re-shaping the landscape. Just about everything we care about is under threat: clean energy and a stable climate, public health, public education, medical and scientific research, immigrants and refugees, racial justice, gender justice, economic justice, human rights, the rule of law – the list goes on. I’m guessing that many of us in this room know someone who’s already been affected. Love your enemies? Our response might well be, “I don’t think so! That’s an impossibly high bar, and not even a desirable one, when people and communities I care about, and values I hold dear, are being trampled and cast aside.” What’s circulating in many of us – including me – are feelings like anger, shock, anxiety, overwhelm, maybe even despair. Being asked to love our enemies can sound hopelessly sentimental, naïve and weak, out of step with the world’s harshness, out of touch with reality. Research tells us that we humans react like other animals when we perceive danger. When we’re in a stressful or traumatic situation, our nervous system quickly – almost instantaneously – triggers one of four defense mechanisms to protect us: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn.¹ When we fight, we feel intensely angry, we act aggressively, we fight fire with fire. Cut me off in traffic? I’ll cut you off. Insult me? I’ll insult you back, but louder. Tit for tat, an eye for an eye, and before long the whole thing escalates into the world we see before us, the dog-eat-dog world of violence and war. I can’t help thinking of the anecdote about a parent who hears the kids squabbling and asks, “Hey, what’s going on? Who started this?” One child looks up, righteous and aggrieved, and says, “It all started when he hit me back.” That’s how it works, right? We’re practically hard-wired to react with aggression when someone threatens us, and it’s a snap to blame someone else for starting the fight. Rather than fight in the face of danger, we may instead feel an instinctive impulse to flee – we just want to get out of there, to leave, to run away. When fight or flight doesn’t seem like an option, we may freeze in place, as threatened animals sometimes do – we “play dead”; we shut down emotionally; we feel numb or confused or as if we can’t move; we hold our breath. Or, as a fourth reaction, we may feel the impulse to fawn: that’s when we try to placate and please the one who is threatening or abusing us; we play “nice”; we do what we’re told; we pretend to agree; we kiss the ring. Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn are all normal, involuntary, and immediate reactions to stress, triggered by fear and the wish to survive and stay safe. Much of our country is experiencing trauma right now, so it’s no wonder that many of us are freaking out and getting stuck in emotional reactivity. Jesus was just as human as we are, and I’m guessing that he experienced these reactions, too, and with good reason: he was living in a time even more dangerous than ours, when the Roman Empire was occupying his homeland and ruling with an iron fist. Yet Jesus showed us another way. He could see that bouncing around on turbulent waves of fear and emotional reactivity left people adrift, thrashing about and drowning in a sea of endless suffering and violence. Jesus learned to live below those waves, from a deeper, quieter, calmer place, in union with the God he called Father. Love your enemies, he said – don’t go after them tooth and nail. Don’t be overcome by fear. Why should we love our enemies? Because God loves them. Because God’s love is expansive, extravagant, and (to our possible annoyance) all-inclusive.² As Jesus puts it in today’s Gospel text from Luke, “[God] is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked” (Luke 6:35). Jesus makes the same point in Matthew’s Gospel: “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you… for [God] makes [the] sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous” (Matthew 5:44-45). Like sunshine and rain, God’s boundless love is freely offered to everyone, without weighing their merit. God’s love embraces not only the people we love but also the people we reject and hate. As Anne Lamott puts it, “You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” But loving our enemies doesn’t mean that we passively acquiesce to evil or injustice and become pious doormats. Far from it. What it does mean is that our activism and our efforts to heal and transform the world, our efforts to stop the harm and redress the wrong, come from a deeper, more grounded place. That’s where all the world’s great nonviolent movements for social justice have come from – from the discovery that beneath those agitated waves of fear and anger, there is a holy Love that is infinitely greater than our own small selves, a Love that bestows dignity on every human being and that sets us free from our own reactivity. Rooted in that love, we find strength for creative, nonviolent moral witness. We are less tempted to demonize each other and less prone to mirror the behavior of our enemy. We don’t have to react so automatically and blindly to anger with anger, to hatred with hatred. We learn not to react but to respond. How do we live from that deeper, freer place? We learn to listen. I find it interesting that at the beginning of today’s Gospel passage, Jesus says explicitly that he is speaking to those who listen: “I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you…” Listening to his voice inside us is a discipline, a spiritual practice, as we pause to notice the impulses and the feelings that are swirling through us, give them space and a good hearing, and keep listening for the inner voice of love that is always sounding in our hearts. Because “[God] is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked,” we can feel free in prayer to be real with God: to confess and to share not only the parts of ourselves that we like and are proud of, the parts that we consider noble and good, but also the parts of ourselves that we’d much rather project onto our enemies – our murderous rage, for instance, our greed, our desire to dominate. Everything that we see outside us is also inside us – there is a Hitler inside us, and, yes, there is likewise an inner Trump – and our spiritual work is to keep making those parts of ourselves conscious, to keep offering them to God for healing, and to keep letting Love shape us and guide us and order our steps.

*A banner outside St. John’s Episcopal Church, Ashfield, MA, reads “Immigrants and refugees welcome*“

For those of us who’ve been reeling with anger and fear, today’s psalm is worth praying through slowly, with its wonderful refrain repeated three times: “Do not fret yourself because of evildoers… Do not fret yourself over the one who prospers… Do not fret yourself; it leads only to evil” (Psalm 37:1a, 8a, 9b). How do we learn not to fret? The answer is hidden in verse 7, in the center of the psalm: “Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him” (Psalm 37:7). In stillness and silence, we wait for God to speak. We place our trust in the One who is always with us and who will never let us go, no matter what happens. When our actions spring from that kind of inner assurance and security, what we do is more likely to be effective and wise. Whether we know it or not, God is at work behind the scenes and can take what was meant for harm and use it for good. That’s the crux of the story from Genesis: Joseph’s brothers did something evil when they sold him into slavery in Egypt, but now, years later, Joseph can see that God overcame their evil, setting Joseph on a circuitous path that resulted in his being able to provide plenty of food amidst a famine. When Joseph encounters his enemies again – in this case, his own brothers – rather than seek vengeance and retribution, he can love and forgive them, because he trusts in the providential care of God. That’s how God’s love works, surprising us with the power to forgive, and blessing us with the longing, as John Wesley put it, to: Do all the good [we] can, By all the means [we] can, In all the ways [we] can, In all the places [we] can, At all the times [we] can, To all the people [we] can, As long as ever [we] can. There will be plenty to do in the days ahead as we look for ways to express the love of Christ and respond to the forces that have been unleashed in this country. The push for social change has historically included economic boycotts, and a campaign is building on social media to urge Americans not to buy anything from major retailers, online or in-person, this Friday, February 28, for 24 hours.³ This one-day, nationwide economic blackout is particularly aimed at large corporations that rolled back their commitment to diversity, equity, and inclusion. It will be followed in March and April by several week-long boycotts of national chains like Amazon and Walmart. Are we witnessing the first stirrings of a massive movement? I don’t know. What I do know is that we are children of God, made in God’s image, and that, with reverence for ourselves and for all created beings, God’s love can flow in powerful ways through our hands and eyes and words and choices. To stay centered, day by day we can give ourselves the gift of stillness. We can listen inwardly and ask to be guided by what Dante calls “the love that moves the sun and the other stars.”⁴ Let’s take a moment of silence now, to rest in that love. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. Sarah Schuster, “The 4 Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn,” updated October 17, 2023. 2. C.f. Walter Wink, Engaging the Powers: Discernment and Resistance in a World of Domination (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1992), 266-267. Wink calls loving our enemies “the acid test” of Christianity. 3. Ashley Parks, “Will Nationwide Economic Blackout on February 28 Work?”, Newsweek, February 13, 2025. 4. Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Cantica Three, Paradise, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers and Barbara Reynolds, Canto XXXIII, line 145 (Baltimore, MD: Penguin Books, 1962), 347.

Sermon for the Third Sunday after the Epiphany January 26, 2025 Delivered by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas at St. John’s Episcopal Church, Ashfield, MA Psalm 19 Luke 4:14-21

Fulfilled today in our hearing

Friends, before I say anything else I want to say how blessed I am to be with you this morning as preacher and celebrant. I’ve worshiped at St. John’s on and off since 1998, when my husband Jonas and I bought a house in Ashfield and began spending part of our summers here. When I finally left parish ministry and began serving the diocese as Missioner for Creation Care, this church gradually became the place on Sunday mornings where I most wanted to pray when I wasn’t on the road. And now I’ve retired, so here I am! It is good to be with you.

I especially treasure the opportunity to preach sometimes over the next few months because things are changing fast. It’s been quite a week. We’ve entered a new era in our life as a nation. In this uncertain time, filled with so much worry and woe, I am grateful to have an opportunity to reflect on how God is calling us to live out our faith. As we just sang, “I want to walk as a child of the light. I want to follow Jesus.”¹ How do we follow Jesus in “such a time as this” (Esther 4:14)? Our readings this morning have a thing or two to say about that. Let’s begin with the psalm. As you know, I’ve devoted much of my ministry to speaking about God’s love for the whole Creation and about our Christian calling to protect the web of life. So, I rejoice that the opening lines of today’s psalm proclaim the sacredness of the natural world (Psalm 19:1-4): “The heavens declare the glory of God,* and the firmament shows [God’s] handiwork. One day tells its tale to another,* and one night imparts knowledge to another. Although they have no words or language,” and their voices are not heard, Their sound has gone out into all lands,* and their message to the ends of the world.”

*St. John’s Episcopal Church, Ashfield, MA*

The psalmist knows that the living world declares God’s glory and conveys God’s presence. We’ve been trained by our culture to view the natural world as little more than objects or resources for us to use and exploit, whereas the Bible insists that the Earth belongs to God and is alive with God’s presence. When we gather to worship God inside this building, our worship is joining the worship already going on outside, in the wind and sunlight, in trees and streams. God comes to us through the natural world, so it’s not surprising that many of us, in times of anguish or stress, find solace in turning our attention away from the noise of human chatter and conflict and toward the silence of wild creatures and landscapes. The other night, when I couldn’t sleep, I got up and spent a long time watching the moon rise over the ridge beside our house. In her calm and silvery light, I felt God’s presence and I felt God’s peace, and I praised God with a grateful heart. Because our faith and experience link God to the natural world, it’s deeply disturbing to witness its destruction. It hurts. When a new Administration comes to power and immediately withdraws from the Paris Climate Agreement; when it rolls back climate protections, ramps up domestic drilling, and spurns clean energy; when it turns a blind eye to the signs of Mother Earth’s distress, spoken in the language of massive wildfires and droughts, flooding and heat, my heart breaks with outrage and sorrow. Maybe yours does, too. The web of life upon which all our lives depend is fraying, and so, too, is the social fabric that knits our country together. So, let’s turn to the passage from Luke’s Gospel, which comes like medicine to our weary souls. Jesus, “filled with the power of the Spirit” (Luke 4:14), returns from forty days in the wilderness and begins to teach in the synagogues of Galilee. You’ll remember that he was baptized just weeks before in the Jordan River, where the Holy Spirit descended upon him and a voice from heaven told him, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased” (Luke 3:22). The same loving Spirit drives Jesus out into the wilderness to face his temptations and to renounce the self-centered patterns of thought or behavior that could pull him off course. By the time Jesus returns to his hometown of Nazareth, he has purified his intention to give himself wholeheartedly to serving God. The Gospel passage tells us that in Nazareth Jesus goes to the synagogue on the sabbath day, “as was his custom” (Luke 4:16). It’s clear that Jesus was a faithful Jew who shared in the liturgical life of his community. Synagogues generally had no professional rabbis; instead, the person presiding at the service would ask some respected person in the congregation to speak. Jesus was invited to teach that day, and so our scene unfolds. The congregation watches as he stands up and receives the scroll. They watch him unroll it and find a passage from chapter 61 of the prophet Isaiah. The congregation listens as Jesus reads aloud. Maybe we can imagine the quiet authority in his voice as he reads: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor” (Luke 4:18). The congregation watches as he rolls the scroll back up, hands it back to the attendant, and sits down – as was the custom of the time – before he begins his sermon. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue are fixed on Jesus as they wait in silence for him to speak. What does he say? It’s probably the world’s shortest sermon: “Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing” (Luke 4:21). I suppose I could have spoken that sentence from the pulpit this morning and left it at that. I imagine something like a surge of energy being released around the room when Jesus said those words. Today the Scripture has been fulfilled, he says – not some other day, not some distant day, not some moment in the far-off future, but today, this very day, the Scripture has been fulfilled. To fulfill is to make actual, to bring to completion. Today this Scripture has been fulfilled, a fulfillment that his listeners have been ardently awaiting for years, for decades, for generation upon generation. The people of God – and the whole Creation – have long been waiting for the Messiah to come, waiting with expectation for the anointed one who will come at last to heal the broken-hearted and bring good news to the poor, to liberate the captives and give sight to the blind. Our weary, weary world has been longing forever for fulfillment – “groaning,” as St. Paul says in Romans (Romans 8:22-23) – as it waits to be made whole and to be set free, suffering like a woman in childbirth as it waits for an end to brutality and injustice, to war and natural disaster, and for the coming of peace, for the sounds of harmony and laughter. “Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” I take this as Jesus’ mission statement, as Jesus’ announcement of who he is and why he’s come, in essence the same declaration which he expresses in the Gospel of John as “I came that they may have life and have it abundantly” (John 10:10). Jesus has been anointed by the Spirit to bring good news to the poor, to give sight to the blind, to proclaim release to the captives. He knows who he is – the Beloved of God – and he knows why he’s here and what he’s been sent here to do. Everything he does from this point on – preaching, teaching, healing, standing up to the unjust powers of this world, suffering, dying – everything he does will be for the sake of his mission, following that true north on his compass. His whole ministry will flow from this inaugural sermon and its vision of carrying out God’s mission of healing and reconciling and setting free. Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in our hearing. Today is our day to claim our identity in Christ as the beloved of God, our day to affirm that we, too, have been anointed in baptism and are filled with the same Spirit with which Jesus was anointed and filled. We listen to the same inner voice of love to which Jesus listened. And we are sent out, as Jesus was sent out, to embody and make real the healing and liberating presence of God. It’s in dark times like these that we pray, “Shine in our hearts, Lord Jesus,”² and, with whatever light we’ve been given, we find a way to serve and to set free. I’ve never been prouder of, or more grateful for, the Episcopal Church than I’ve been this week. Shortly after the new President took office and began issuing executive orders related to deporting undocumented immigrants and restricting asylum, the top leaders of our Church sent a letter to the church affirming our Christian commitment to welcoming the stranger and protecting the most vulnerable among us. And I don’t think I will ever forget the moment when Bishop Mariann Budde paused on Tuesday during her sermon at the Washington National Cathedral, took a breath, looked directly at the President, and made a heartfelt appeal for him to have mercy on gay, lesbian, and transgender communities and on undocumented immigrants. If you haven’t yet watched her sermon online, I hope you will. It’s available on the National Cathedral’s YouTube channel This is what following Jesus looks like. This is what nonviolent resistance looks like.

Living out our Christian calling can be risky and can be costly – indeed, just moments after Jesus finishes his sermon, the congregation runs him out of town and almost throws him over a cliff (Luke 4:28-30). But Jesus is undeterred. God willing, we will be, too. We can do difficult things when we feel led by the Holy Spirit. I’ll close with three brief suggestions. Here’s one: protect your inner stillness. Guard the peace within your heart. Do what you need to do – gaze at the moon, study the hills, feel the wind on your face. Listen to music. Breathe in the love of God. Taking time to pray is countercultural, even revolutionary work. As theologian Karl Barth once said, “The contemplative who can stand back from a situation and see it for what it is, is more threatening to an unjust social system than the frenzied activist who is so involved in the situation that he [she] cannot see clearly at all.” Next, make space for grief. Welcome God into what you’re feeling just now, whatever it may be – fear, sorrow, outrage, numbness, overwhelm. The God whom we know in Jesus loves us utterly and sits with us as we mourn or rage or rejoice, holding us in love and helping us see what we need to see, accept what we need to accept, and find courage to change what we need to change. Finally, take your own next right step. Maybe you’ll reach out to someone who is lonely or to someone who is fearful of attack by the new Administration. Maybe you’ll join me in an activist group like ThirdAct.org, which is for folks over 60 who want to protect democracy and the climate. Maybe you’ll sign up for action alerts from the Episcopal Public Policy Network. These are just a few of the many ways we can offer healing and justice in a perilous time. The main thing is this: we know who we are, and we know why we’re here. For today this Scripture has been fulfilled in our hearing. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. Hymn #490 (words by Kathleen Thomerson) in The Hymnal 1982. 2. Ibid.

This morning, the day before the 2024 election, I awoke feeling immobile, almost paralyzed. It wasn’t fight or flight today – it was deer-in-headlights freeze. Curious, I listened for words that might arise from within. I heard “petty,” the tempting tug toward avoidance and distraction. I also heard “immensity.” The immense waves into which our country has been plunged are too vast to be seen clearly. Full understanding will come later.

Meanwhile, politicians, pundits, and opinion-purveyors rush to explain what’s going on and what’s likely to happen next. How did our country reach this degree of internal division and distrust? How much chaos and violence will erupt in the days ahead? To what extent will brutality and cruelty become official policy? How many lies will be spoken and driven like nails into a crucified Earth? Drill, drill, drill. Climate change is a hoax. I haven’t even mentioned the looming threats to the separation of church and state or to democratic norms, national security, immigrants, women, racial minorities, those who are gender nonconforming, or the poor.

With so much hanging in the balance, we search for signs in polls, focus groups, and interviews. I empathize with the ancients who scanned for messages in tea leaves and stars. Until the polls close, some of us will valiantly knock on doors, join phone banks, or plead for last-minute funds. Yet even after all the votes have been cast, the election won’t be over. We await the unspooling of conspiracy theories, along with claims of election fraud and stealing. Our nerves are taut. We brace ourselves. We try to breathe.

I turn to the poets. In “The Second Coming,” written shortly after World War I, Yeats gives us words to express our dread as we shiver at the brink of a harrowing election. The first stanza reads like a news report from the AP wire. It rings true. Whoever wins, contests, or unjustly seizes the election, we recognize that things are falling apart. The center does not hold.

I walk with the narrator into the second stanza, yearning with him for breakthrough and transformation, for the release of justice and mercy, for the triumph of goodness and truth. Indeed, I long with the narrator for Christ’s Second Coming. But no – what the poet sees emerging from the collective unconscious, from the Spiritus Mundi, is something else entirely: not God’s reign of mercy, love, and truth, but a terrifying Beast with vacant, pitiless eyes, slouching towards Bethlehem to be born. Resistance is futile – the desert birds may be “indignant,” but they are merely “shadows” that “reel” helplessly against the Beast’s inexorable approach.

I sit for hours with the poem, which means sitting with the possibility that the human experiment has failed. Have we indeed lost forever any sensitive attunement between what is human and what is wild, between falconer and falcon? Is everything flying apart and breaking down? Was human innocence nothing more than a “ceremony,” a superficial performance now drowned once and for all by the bloody reality of our lust for violence and power? Are we in the process of experiencing what some students of history consider the collapse of our civilization?

Just as I turn to the poets, so, also, I turn to Scripture. Less than four weeks from now, on the First Sunday of Advent, Christians will hear Jesus speak about his second coming – that last, great day sometime in the future when everything will be gathered up in love, when all that is broken will be healed, all that is estranged will be reconciled and forgiven, and the Lord of life will return at last to reign in glory.

This is the Second Coming that Yeats called into searing question even before human beings carried out and endured the horrors of World War II and the Holocaust, even before all the other instances of genocide and injustice enacted in the hundred-plus years that have passed since Yeats wrote this masterpiece of a poem. Beset by despair, do we sense already the hot breath of the Beast against our neck?

Yet to followers of Jesus, the promised Second Coming does not overlook or minimize the reality of social and ecological breakdown caused either by random forces or by human ignorance, malice, or greed. Biblical texts about the Second Coming sound a tragic note, for Jesus is bracingly realistic about the human condition. In several Gospel passages he foretells “wars and rumors of wars” (Mark 13:7); in mythic terms he speaks of earthquakes, famines, and persecution; he describes “distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves. People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken” (Luke 21:25-26).

As we head to Election Day and beyond, I hear three messages in passages about the Second Coming that give me strength. The first is: Don’t be surprised by suffering. Jesus warned of social breakdown and conflict. He anticipated natural and even cosmic disruption. Don’t be surprised by suffering, these texts remind us. Don’t take your suffering or the world’s suffering to mean that God is powerless, doesn’t care, or has abandoned us. Everything we experience is held within the loving gaze – indeed, within the embrace – of a just and merciful God. So, don’t be surprised.

A second message: Don’t be afraid. Although many people “will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world,” we should take heart. “Now when these things begin to take place,” says Jesus, “stand up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near” (Luke 21:28). “Stand up!” he says. “Raise your heads!” What bracing words to hear when we may feel like curling up in a ball or ducking our head under a pillow! It’s easy to feel hopeless about ecological collapse and climate change, easy to feel overwhelmed amidst a society being rent asunder. What can I possibly do? We may say to ourselves. What difference can I possibly make? But here comes Jesus, telling us to stand up and not be afraid. Our redemption is drawing near. He is very close (Luke 21:27).

And here comes message number three: Don’t fall asleep. Stay awake, says Jesus. “Be alert at all times” (Luke 21:36). Look for the small but telling signs that God is among us, bringing forth something new. Just as the branch of a fig tree becomes tender and puts forth its first, soft leaves, assuring us that summer’s abundance is near, so Jesus urges us to notice that even amidst chaos, violence, and endings, God’s kingdom (kindom) is drawing near. Even as some things collapse and fall away, something beautiful and new is being born.

As I hear it, Jesus is calling us to stand up and take part in that birth – the birth of a new community, the birth of a new society that lives more lightly on God’s good Earth and treats human beings and our fellow creatures with reverence, compassion, and respect. Here we are, in this perilous time, being called to stand up, raise our heads, and bear witness in word and deed to God’s never-failing love, which embraces the whole creation.

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The Second Coming

by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Imagine watching a wave of commitment to honor God’s Creation sweep across The Episcopal Church. It would be a thrill, right? That’s what it’s like for me, anyway, as I note that fifty dioceses – almost half the dioceses in our Church – have now authorized the 2024 edition of Season of Creation: A Celebration Guide for Episcopal Parishes.

*Dioceses that authorized the 2024 Season of Creation worship guide as of August 29, 2024. Graphic by John Buterbaugh from the Diocese of Central New York.*

On June 20, when the worship guide was officially released, Episcopal News Service reported that 42 dioceses had approved it for use during this year’s Season of Creation (Sept. 1-Oct. 4). Over the summer, eight more dioceses authorized it, too:

The Rt. Rev. Jennifer Reddall,
Diocese of Arizona

The Rt. Rev. Paula E. Clark,
Diocese of Chicago

The Rt. Rev. Robert Skirving,
Diocese of East Carolina

The Rt. Rev. John H. Taylor,
Diocese of Los Angeles

The Rt. Rev. Marty Stebbins,
Diocese of Montana

The Rt. Rev. Barry L. Beisner,
Missionary Diocese of Navajoland

The Rt. Rev. Dr. Jonathan H. Folts,
Diocese of South Dakota

The Rt. Rev. Dr. Shannon MacVean-Brown,
Diocese of Vermont

It’s been a joy to see how an effort I began two years ago with my gifted colleague the Rev. John Elliott Lein has borne fruit! The first version (2022) of our worship guide was authorized by a handful of dioceses; last year’s version (2023) was endorsed by 28 dioceses; this year, a full 50 dioceses have stepped forward.

“Earth Icon” is based on Andrei Rublev’s icon, “The Trinity” (also known as “The Hospitality of Abraham”). Watercolor and gold leaf, copyright 2022 Edith Adams Allison. Used with permission.

Not only that – delegates at the Episcopal Church’s 81^st General Convention voted this summer to pass a resolution that supports the adoption of an ecumenical Feast Day of Creation in our liturgical calendar. This resolution sprang from the ecumenical summit held in Assisi last spring, where, as part of the Anglican delegation, I learned about this mighty effort to incorporate an ecumenical Feast of Creation into the lectionary of Western Churches. I helped to draft the resolution, and I live in hope that progress on its fulfillment will be announced next year, when Churches around the world mark the 1700^th anniversary of the Council of Nicaea in 325 CE.

But that’s not all – as Episcopal News Service just reported, many new resources are available right now to help us celebrate Creation Season, including the highly-anticipated new Creation care curriculum, Love God, Love God’s World.

In this perilous era of climbing heat, massive floods, and widespread drought, when the web of life is faltering and Americans are locked in a razor-thin contest between Presidential candidates with wildly diverging views on climate change, environmental justice, and what it means to be a caring, responsible human being, I give thanks that our Church is proclaiming with fresh energy the fullness of our salvation in Christ, which includes God’s whole Creation.

May our prayers for Earth and all her communities be strong, and may they ignite resolute, effective, concerted action – including voting – to protect and heal the world that God entrusted to our care.

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The new 2024 Liturgical Guide may be reviewed and downloaded here: https://newcreationliturgies.org/season. Bishops may authorize the materials all the way to Sept. 1. The names of endorsing dioceses listed on the pdf file will be updated until Sept. 1.
To authorize, contact season@newcreationliturgies.org.

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When does a funeral become an act of resistance? When we come together to mourn everything we’ve lost because of a rapidly changing climate. When we dare to disclose how much sorrow and dread we feel every day as we watch the living world being destroyed. When we use the power of ritual to pull us out of fear and isolation into solidarity, courage, and the resolve to act. When our broken hearts impel us not only to grieve in private but also to protest in public.

On July 8, two hundred people gathered on a sultry summer morning at the Manhattan headquarters of Citigroup, the largest funder of fossil fuel expansion to the tune of $396 billion in the last eight years alone. Our memorial service was organized by ThirdAct.org and one of a series of nonviolent direct actions being carried out this summer to protest Wall Street’s ongoing financing of climate chaos.

This was perhaps the most moving and memorable climate protest I’ve ever attended or helped to lead. Unlike the multitude of climate rallies whose mood is almost predictably defiant, this one was somber. After listening to speakers, of which I was one, we walked in slow procession around the massive, glass-fronted headquarters of Citigroup, led by a bagpiper. The stream of mourners included eight people dressed in sackcloth and ashes, walking single file and wearing signs such as “Ocean acidification,” “Hurricanes,” “Heat domes,” “Bleached coral.” When we reached the area in front of the building, mourners transformed the plaza into a cemetery, setting up tombstones that named individuals killed by heat and other climate stressors. Many people lay down as if dead, while others outlined their bodies in chalk: this wasn’t just a mass death, this was a crime scene. Instead of exchanging familiar chants (What do we want? Climate justice! When do we want it? Now!), we kept silence and listened to bagpipes and to the wail of a single voice, a woman’s anguished keening – “Can you hear the Earth? She is crying. She is dying.”

When the gong was sounded three times, the people risking arrest crowded the doors of Citibank, lying down or locking arms. Forty-six people, including Bill McKibben, were arrested, adding to the hundreds already arrested this summer in a variety of direct actions that, whether playful or solemn, family-friendly or intense, aim to disrupt and defy the ongoing corporate greed that drives fossil fuel expansion.

What strikes me now, looking back, is that actions like these remind me how to live well in a perilous time: we find friends, we link arms, we open our hearts, we stand with the trees, we stand with the suffering, we stand with the poor, we pray for the dead, and, yes, we fight like hell for the living.

I was the closing speaker before the procession began. Here is what I said:

I know it’s hot – but let’s pause for a moment to appreciate the living world around us, to notice the gift of sun and sky overheard, to notice the trees and green-growing things which give us oxygen that fills our lungs and with whom we exchange the elements of life as we breathe in and out. Let’s notice the good Earth beneath our feet, supporting our every step.

We are here today to stand up for life and we are not alone. We breathe and speak and march in the company – and with the support – of all the creatures and elements with whom we share this planet. We affirm our kinship with them, our interdependence, our mutual belonging.

With every religious tradition and with people of faith and good will everywhere, we renew our insistence that the Earth is holy and that it was given to us to cherish and protect, not to destroy.

Some of us are here because we’re frightened. Big banks like Citibank which finance fossil fuels and fossil fuel expansion are pushing the planet to record levels of heat, causing massive droughts, floods, monster hurricanes, wildfires. It is frighteningly clear that unless we change course fast, we won’t be able to leave our children and our children’s children a habitable world.

Some of us are here because we’re sad. Big banks like Citibank which fund fossil fuels are unraveling the web of life before our eyes, and we weep to acknowledge what we have lost and may soon lose, from coral reefs and glaciers to predictable seasons and moderate weather.

Some of us are here because we’re angry. We’re morally outraged when big banks like Citibank continue to pour money into building new pipelines and new fracking wells, although climate scientists around the world and organizations like the International Energy Agency and the United Nations have called for an end to any fossil fuel expansion. We’re outraged when big banks like Citibank continue to exploit and pollute frontline communities and to devastate the lives of Brown, Black, and Indigenous people.

Fear, sorrow, anger may have brought us here. But above all, we’re here because we love. We love this beautiful Earth. We love its creatures. We love each other. We love our children. The spirit of love that connects us to each other and to the land compels us to call upon Citibank: Quit propping up fossil fuels! Quit funding climate chaos! Invest instead in clean energy, and climate resilience, and healthy communities!

I was a parish priest for 25 years, and I’ve officiated at many funerals. I’ve prayed over, and laid to rest, the bodies of young and old. Today we’re going to participate in a funeral for the world we love. That breaks my heart. And it puts steel in my spine. I stand with you to proclaim that life, not death, will have the last word – to proclaim that love, not hatred or indifference, will have the last word. I stand with you to say that together we will fight for a better future.

We gather not only with fear, sorrow, and anger, but also with the fierceness of love, as we demand that Citibank quit funding dirty oil, gas, and coal, and turn with us toward life.

People of faith and good will cry out: Let it be known. Let it be known. The Earth is sacred, and we won’t stand idly by and let it be destroyed.

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Coverage of the July 8 event:

Bill McKibben wrote a beautiful essay about the memorial, “A Very Moving Funeral: Mourning climate dead outside Citibank’s front doors”

ThirdAct.org, the community of climate and democracy activists over 60 that was founded by Bill McKibben, was the lead organizer of this event and produced an excellent two-minute video.

Rev. Margaret is quoted in Common Dreams, “Elders Arrested Protesting Citibank Funding of Planet’s Destruction” (July 8, 2024), saying: “Citibank is destroying the world that God loved into being and entrusted to our care. At this decisive moment in history, we teeter on the brink of climate chaos. Now is the time for Citibank to choose life and to stop financing fossil fuels.” The article includes photos and a good short video.

The New York Times reported on this and other nonviolent direct actions being carried out to protest Wall Street’s financing of fossil fuels, “Protesting the Backers of Big Oil With Die-Ins, Drums and Song” (July 11, 2024).

To learn about Summer of Heat on Wall Street, visit Summerofheat.org. #Summerofheat

Sermon for the Fifth Sunday of Easter April 28, 2024 Delivered by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas All Saints Episcopal Church, Worcester 1 John 4:7-21 John 15:1-8

Earth Day: Abide in love

My message today boils down to three words: Abide in love. I hope you’ll keep listening, but I will confess right up front that everything I have to say will be a riff on that. Years ago, when I was in seminary, someone told me that a preacher should never say the word “love” in a sermon unless the readings assigned for the day clearly justified it. It’s advice I’ve ignored in pretty much every sermon I’ve ever preached, but if any day called for preaching about love, today would be the day. By my count, the word “love” shows up in some form a full 29 times in today’s passage from the First Letter of John: “Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love…” (1 John 4:7-8). And so on.

And there’s another word that gets almost as brisk a workout in today’s readings: the word “abide.” That one shows up 14 times in our readings from the Letter of John and the Gospel of John. Put them together, and here’s what you get: “Abide in love,” and John himself will say it: “Those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them” (1 John 4:16b).

*At All Saints Church, Worcester, with the Rev. Sam Smith (Rector) & the Rev. Meredyth Ward (Priest Associate)*

Abide in love. There’s rich meaning in those words on every level. To start with the most interior level, what would it be like for our minds to abide in love? Our minds are often quite scattered and distracted, jumping from one thing to the next like drops of oil bouncing on a hot frying pan. Moment by moment our minds are looking ahead and making plans; now they’re looking back into the past; now they’re analyzing and judging, having opinions about this and that: I like it, I don’t like it. Abiding is different. Abiding in love means that our agitated, jumpy minds learn to become steady so that we can rest in the present moment, giving everything we do our full attention. Abiding in love can mean what’s sometimes called practicing the presence of God: we find ways throughout the day to keep bringing our awareness back to God’s loving presence, maybe by repeating the name of Jesus or by bringing awareness to our breath, consciously breathing in God’s love every time we inhale. Abiding in love can mean taking regular time to pray alone and in silence so that we can listen to the inner voice of love that is always sounding in our hearts. We tend to think that we have to reach out for God, as if God were far away, a distant destination we will eventually reach, maybe after we die. But in fact, as many spiritual teachers attest, through an attentive practice of quiet prayer we come to realize that God already abides within us, that God is our Source and is simultaneously within and beyond us. Abide in love! What an invitation that is to go through the day with an intimate sense of God’s presence! The invitation speaks at a wider level, too, in our relationships with other people. What would it look like if you were abiding in love in your contact with others? Abiding in love might mean renewing the intention to be honest and vulnerable and real; it might mean listening carefully to someone, offering encouragement and support, trying to “be there” for the other, even if it comes at a cost to ourselves; it might mean the hard work of admitting mistakes, of apologizing and making amends; it might mean reaching out in love to those who are different or forgotten, to the stranger, the marginalized, the lost. Abide in love – that’s about creating and cultivating relationships that flow from the love that God’s Spirit is always pouring into our hearts (Romans 5:5). But there’s an even larger level to think about: what might it mean to abide in love in relation to the living world around us? Jesus invites us in today’s Gospel to abide in him as he abides in us. To express that intimacy, he uses an image from nature: he is the vine, and we are the branches – that’s how close we are to him. Have you ever noticed how many of his parables and stories use natural images? I think of him speaking about sheep and seeds, about sparrows, lilies, weeds, and wheat. Jesus lived close to the Earth. In the Gospels we see him walking along the seashore and up mountains, taking boats out on the lake, spending weeks alone in prayer in the wilderness. Jesus understood the inherent sacredness not only of human beings but also of the whole created world, all of it lit up with the presence of God. And his life, death, and resurrection was good news not only for human beings but also for the rest of the living world. The Bible tells us that God loved the whole world into being, sustains all things through the Holy Spirit, and through Christ redeemed and reconciled all things in heaven and on earth “by making peace through the blood of the cross” (Colossians 1:19). Protecting the Earth that God entrusted to our care is not just an “add-on,” a sideline or optional hobby for a few Christians who call themselves “environmentalists” – it is central to being Christian.

So, when Jesus says, “Abide in love,” I hear a summons to take hold of the deep ecological meaning of what it means to follow him. We need to hear that call to abide in love, for we have broken faith with the living world. Our society’s relentless extraction and burning of coal, gas, and oil is pushing our planet wildly out of balance. Every living system is in decline and the web of life is unraveling before our eyes. The world keeps breaking records for heat, and last year was the warmest year on record, by far. We now live in a world where atmospheric rivers can fill the sky and a month of rain can fall in one day; where wildfires can be so intense that they create their own weather; where hurricanes can be so fierce that we need to create new categories for storms. It’s not surprising that many of us can lie awake at night, wondering what the future will hold for our children. So – now is the time to reclaim our God-given connection with the earth. Now is the time to renew our union with God and all God’s creation, which includes not just our human fellows but all living creatures and the larger eco-systems on which we all depend. I hope you’ll join me after the service to talk about what we can do. Now is the time, as theologian Sallie McFague would say, to recognize that the world is not a hotel, but our home.¹ When we visit a hotel, we may feel entitled to use copious amount of hot water, to throw towels on the floor, to use and discard everything in sight and then to head to the next hotel – in short, to exercise what she calls the “Kleenex perspective” of the world. But when we realize that in fact the earth is our home – that God created it and loves every inch of it and entrusts it to our care – then everything changes. We realize that we live here; we belong here; we can no longer tolerate a lifestyle that exhausts the planet’s resources and that treats land, sea, and sky alike as receptacles for waste. In a few moments we will share the bread and wine of the Eucharist, given to us by God in Christ with such tenderness and at such great cost. We will gather at that holy table, as we always do, so that everything within us and around us can be lifted up and blessed – not only the bread and the wine, but, also, we ourselves, and the whole creation, every leaf of it and every grain of sand. Sharing the Eucharist helps us to perceive at last not only our own belovedness, our own blessedness in God, but also the fact that everyone is beloved, all beings are blessed. Everyone and everything are part of a sacred whole, and all living things are kin. In the strength of the blessed and broken bread and of the blessed and poured-out wine, we dare to hope that human beings will respond with grateful hearts and come to treat the world not as an object to exploit, but as a gift to receive, as something perishable and precious. We dare to hope that we will become at last who we were made to be, a blessing on the earth, a people who abide in love. 1. Sallie McFague, A New Climate for Theology: God, the World, and Global Warming, Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2008, p. 53.

Sermon for the Fourth Sunday of Easter April 20, 2024 Delivered by the Rev. Dr. Margaret Bullitt-Jonas St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Southborough, MA John 10:11-18

Following the Good Shepherd on Earth Day

Friends, it’s been a joy to spend the day together, to celebrate the pilot phase of An Episcopal Path to Creation Justice, to learn from each other, and to feast on the wisdom of some of our generation’s most visionary thinkers.¹ And isn’t it fitting that we end the day in worship! Worship is at the heart of everything we do.

Saying that reminds me of an afternoon ten years ago when I had just started my job as Missioner for Creation Care in the Diocese of Western Mass. There was so much we needed to figure out, like: What kind of Creation care webpages do we need to build? What material should they include? Should we start a monthly newsletter? Creating a diocesan ministry around Creation care was all so new, and we were making it up as we went along. So, what did I do? I headed straight for Vicki Ix, our diocesan Canon for Communication, so that we could have a good long talk and do some brainstorming. That’s where we came up with the framework for Creation care that we’ve been using in our diocese ever since – Pray, Learn, Act, and Advocate. It’s the framework behind An Episcopal Path to Creation Justice, and it’s one that several other dioceses around the Church have begun to pick up, too. I like this framing because it’s so comprehensive, making it clear that a full-bodied, wholehearted, clear-eyed response to our Gospel calling to love God and neighbor commits us to keep learning, to keep acting, to keep advocating, and – yes – to keep praying.

*With the Rev. Rachel Field, Project Manager of An Episcopal Path to Creation Justice*

You’ll notice that in the sequence – Pray, Learn, Act, and Advocate – we put Pray first. We could have lined the words up alphabetically, so they begin with Act, but to me it was important to begin with Pray. Prayer is at the heart of everything we do. I think of that wonderful prayer for guidance in our prayerbook, the one where we ask God to direct us in all our doings so that “in all our works begun, continued, and ended in you, we may glorify your holy Name” (For Guidance, 832). Prayer comes first, before we do a thing. Prayer comes in the middle, in the very midst and heat of action. Prayer comes at the end, as we let go and put the results in God’s hands. Today our prayers take place on the weekend before Earth Day and the weekend in Easter when we celebrate Jesus as our Good Shepherd. Scripture gives us many ways to imagine Jesus. In the Gospel of John, for instance, Jesus names himself as “the bread of life” (6:35), “the light of the world” (8:12), “the door” (10:7), “the true vine” (15:1). Each image has its own resonance and meaning, but Jesus as “the good shepherd” is the image that many of us treasure most. I am grateful that this year Earth Sunday coincides with Good Shepherd Sunday, for I need to be drawn again into Jesus’ consoling and empowering presence. Maybe you do, too. As we take stock of the living world around us and consider the faltering health of our planet, we recognize that the path our society has traveled for the last two centuries has led to an unprecedented human emergency: we are hurtling toward climate catastrophe and watching the web of life unravel before our eyes. Great populations of creatures – even entire species – have vanished in less than 50 years. In what scientists call a “biological annihilation,” human beings have wiped out more than half the world’s creatures since 1970. Meanwhile, the relentless burning of fossil fuels and the logging of forests are accelerating climate change, pushing our planet to break records of all kinds. Last year was the world’s warmest year on record, by far. Linked to these ecological challenges are the social justice challenges of economic inequity and white racism. Racial justice is so closely tied to climate justice that I’ve heard it said that we wouldn’t have climate change without white supremacy. Where would we put our urban oilfields, our dumping grounds and trash, our biomass plants and toxic incinerators – if we weren’t willing to sacrifice Black, indigenous, and people-of-color communities? The Sierra Club’s Director of Organizational Transformation, Hop Hopkins, has pointed out that, “You can’t have climate change without sacrifice zones, and you can’t have sacrifice zones without disposable people, and you can’t have disposable people without racism.”² In a world of so much injustice, violence, and uncertainty, where do we turn for guidance, solace, and strength? We turn to the Good Shepherd of our souls. How does his presence speak to you today? One thing I notice is that, as our good shepherd, Jesus holds everyone and everything together. A shepherd is the person charged with keeping the flock intact, united, and heading in the right direction. I find it reassuring to contemplate the image of God in Christ drawing us into something unified and whole, because right now so much seem to be splintering and breaking apart. The tapestry of life that was once intact is being torn apart as greenhouse gas emissions disrupt the planet’s atmosphere. Our human communities are likewise being torn apart by political division, economic division, racial division.

But when we turn to the Good Shepherd, we touch the sacred unity within and beyond all things. We touch the Ground of our being. We meet the One through whom all things were made, in whom all things hold together, and toward whom all things converge (Colossians 1:16-17). At a time when so much seems to be divided and falling apart, we’re invited to sense the underlying wholeness and unity of all things and to sense the love that embraces all things, connects all things, sustains all things. On the surface, in the realm of our five senses, we may notice only differences, only what separates us from each other, but in the deep center of reality we meet the good shepherd who is holding everything together and luring us into communion with each other and with God. We hear the shepherd’s voice when we take time to quiet ourselves in prayer, to sit in solitude and silence and listen to the inner voice of love that is always sounding in our hearts. The good shepherd is the one who knows us through and through and who calls us each by name. Held in the embrace of that intimate love, we don’t have to keep trying to hold ourselves together – we are free to let go, free to fall apart, free to let ourselves feel our grief, feel our anger and fear as we respond to the climate crisis and to all the challenges of our lives. The good shepherd is there to hold what we cannot hold by ourselves, there to listen, there to protect and keep company, there to help us understand how deeply we are loved – and not just we ourselves, but all people – and not just all people, but all beings, the whole of God’s creation. That very personal experience of being loved keeps getting larger! The circle of love keeps expanding! As Jesus says, “I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd” (John 10:16-17). It’s as if, beneath all the ways that human beings try to separate ourselves from each other and from the rest of the natural world, presuming that we can dominate and destroy with impunity – Jesus keeps calling us forward into one living, sacred whole.

*One of our three speakers, Robin Wall Kimmerer, gave a moving presentation about what it means to live in harmony with and to restore the land.*

We belong together for we are all kin. Our Good Shepherd created, redeems, and sustains the whole Creation, and that’s why we’re using such expansive prayers today – prayers that seek to honor the sacredness of the whole living world that is so lit up with the presence of God. We may be praying inside a building today, but our prayers are joining the prayers that are already going on outside, uttered in the wind and sunshine and by the birds and trees! Our voices are joining the voices of all Creation as we give thanks to God for loving us into being. When we tap into that deep-down truth of our basic belovedness, we discover fresh energy for life. We experience the same wave of Easter hope that filled the first followers of Jesus. When they saw that the stone had been rolled away from the tomb, when they met the Risen Christ in their midst and in their hearts, when they realized that life and not death would have the last word and that nothing could separate them from the love of God, their lives were charged with fresh meaning and purpose. They realized that they belonged to a sacred mystery that was larger than themselves, to a love that would never let them go. Sure – they were still mortal and frail, still vulnerable and imperfect people in a big, chaotic world, but they knew that they participated in a long story of salvation to which they could contribute, every moment of their lives, by choosing compassion over indifference, kindness over cruelty, love over fear. Their inner liberation gave them courage to resist the forces of death and destruction, and to obey God rather than any human authority (Acts 5:29). Indeed, the first Christians got into all kinds of trouble. Peter and the other early Christians were accused of “turning the world upside down” (Acts 17:6), for their devotion to the Good Shepherd apparently led many of them to spend as much time inside as outside the walls of a jail. Their witness to a transcendent, all-embracing Love shook the foundations of their society. That same wave of Easter hope fills Christians today and carries us now, every one of us who feels impelled to join our Creator in re-weaving the web of life, in building a gentler and more just society, and in getting us into what Representative John Lewis called “good trouble” as we fight to keep fossil fuels in the ground and to dismantle white supremacy. In a moment we will be nourished at this table as we share in Christ’s body and blood, and then we’ll hold a simple ceremony of commissioning as we bless each other on our way. On this Easter-Earth-Day weekend, we give thanks for the Good Shepherd who laid down his life for us, and we renew our resolve to be a blessing to the Earth that God entrusted to our care. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. At our Earth Day conference we heard from Robin Wall Kimmerer, Bill McKibben, and Mary Evelyn Tucker. 2. Hop Hopkins, “Racism Is Killing the Planet” The ideology of white supremacy leads the way toward disposable people and a disposable natural world, June 8, 2020, https://www.sierraclub.org/sierra/racism-killing-planet