Today, we mark the International Day of Prayer for Peace, joining with other Churches of the Brethren and people of faith across the world. 

The timing of this hallowed day is poignant. Within the span of a month, running from late August through mid-September, our nation mourned three anniversaries of events over the past decade that have profoundly shifted our understandings of ourselves and the human species.

  • Eight years ago, we witnessed planes crash on September the 11th, from the horrific attack of fundamentalist terrorists, ushering in a new paradigm in the way we understand religion and warfare in America.
  • Five years ago, we witnessed hurricane flood waters pour through cities and homes around the Gulf Coast, devastating historic New Orleans, ushering in a new paradigm in the way we understand race and the environment in America.
  • One year ago, we witnessed the implosion of financial institutions, banks and insurance companies and housing markets, ushering in a new paradigm in the way we understand the economy in America.

 All these collapses happened in this end-of-summer season.   And all these have dramatically changed the human experience in our nation, changed the ways we experience conflict and violence and oppression and survival and healing – paradigm shifts we cannot turn back from. All these things reflect the new face of an ancient yearning: the world’s need for true, lasting peace: for shalom in our city, in every city, in the peaceful image of the city of God. 

 And so we collect our prayers for peace. We perceive the immensity of the world and its pain, and we do our small piece.  We know that if and when every soul prays fervently for peace, and prays that peace into existence in their own lives, that on that day, war shall be no more.   When each one lets go of striving to fix the entire world and instead simply says, “Let peace begin with me,” then peace on Earth will be made, one step and billions of prayers at a time.  Let it be.

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Prayer

from the worship service Sunday, September 20,

at Highland Avenue Church of the Brethren, Elgin, Illinois

 

God of life, eternal,

we join the many others, Christians and other people of faith,

across this country and around the Earth,

in lifting our prayers to you for peace –

peace in our hearts and spirits,

peace in our homes,

peace in our neighborhoods,

peace among nations.

 

We pray especially today

for the shalom of our city here in Elgin.

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We pray for strength and clarity of purpose,

for all those surviving and escaping violence and abuse

in their homes and families,

that they know they do not deserve abuse

no matter who they are.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for our youth to withstand the glorification of violence

by the military in their schools,

and that all our youth be empowered

to choose peaceful vocations for their futures.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for the many among us hit hard by the financial recession,

struggling with sudden changes

and an uncertain world.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for those who are hungry and homeless in our community,

that they may be nourished in body and in spirit.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for the healing of our ailing health care system,

that the needs of real human bodies

might take precedence over the wrangling of parties and policies.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for immigrants to this land,

that they might be welcomed just as warmly

as all our ancestors were when they arrived here,

and that together we might celebrate

the ever-changing face and the immutable character of our nation.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for people of faith and people of doubts

across the city of Elgin and the Chicago area,

that we might partner with them in the ministries our community needs

and that we might be empowered to share our peace witness with them, as well.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for climate justice for our world,

radiating out from Washington, D.C.

and our brethren and sisters lobbying there this weekend,

and also from this place,

through the commitment of people in this town

to leaving a whole, healthier planet Earth for coming generations.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for our fellow citizens

displaced by natural disaster and human neglect,

that their plight might not be forgotten as quickly

as the evening news cycle moves on.

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 “We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for victims of racial intolerance,

sexual harassment, and religious persecution,

that our nation’s history and our individual ambitions

might never be used to block us from seeing the humanity

within each of our neighbors.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for our sisters and brothers

across the world and across the street,

in every place where ‘hatred rages and wars defile the land,’

that we might listen to their stories

and weave them into our own,

to build a different future, together.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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We pray for ourselves,

that we might find peace in our hearts and homes,

in our minds and bodies,

so that we might be prepared

to be instruments of your justice, mercy, and love.

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“We seek your shalom, O God.”

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God, we pray for deep, abiding love of peace.

We pray for wisdom to know the ways of peace.

We pray for strength and courage

to look into the depths of violence and pain

and take that reality into account in our lives.

We pray that you guide us in shaping

a true city of God,

that takes in the whole world,

and is founded in deep, deep shalom – salaam – paz – peace.

In the name of the Prince of Peace, our Christ,

Amen.

EARTH DAY BLESSING OF THE BIKES

Inaugural Festivity held at Highland Avenue Church of the Brethren

Elgin, Illinois – 22 April 2009

Liturgy by Audrey deCoursey

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 As we gather today, the words of the prophet Jeremiah ring in our ears:

“Thus says the Lord: I brought you into a plentiful land to eat its fruits and its good things. But when you entered you defiled my land, and made my heritage an abomination… Be appalled, O heavens, at this, be shocked, be utterly desolate, says the Lord, for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living water, and dug out cisterns for themselves, cracked cisterns that can hold no water…Return, faithless Israel, says the Lord. I will not look on you in anger, for I am merciful, says the Lord; I will not be angry forever… Return, O faithless children.” (Jer. 2: 7, 12-13; Jer. 3: 12b, 14a)

We confess that too long, humans have decimated the land and distanced ourselves from our Creator God. North American lifestyles have been particularly destructive.

But today is a day to celebrate solutions. We join with millions of people around the world, all celebrating ways that can return to right relationship with our Creator, in their own local communities. Here, we have chosen to lift up the modes of transportation we have come to rely upon, and use this Earth Day as an opportunity to recommit ourselves to safety and sustainability in this one important facet of our lives.

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(SOME) BEATITUDES OF URBAN TRANSIT

Blessed are the bicyclists, who travel as commuters or for pleasure, who harness human energy and ingenuity to power their travel along roads and trails.

Blessed are the pedestrians, who feel the contours of the land under their feet with every step.

Blessed are the bus and train passengers, who ride shoulder to shoulder with strangers who become brothers and sisters on their daily journeys.

Blessed are the motorists who drive with care and caution, showing mercy to their fellow travelers on the road.

Blessed are the truck drivers, the train conductors, the bus drivers, whose daily labor connects us with new resources, new places, and new communities.

Blessed are you when you breathe fresh air, drink clean water, observe blossoming flowers, and yearn to create a world where every person can share in such delights, for you shall be called children of God.

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BLESSING OF THE BICYCLES

(Unison) Creator God, please watch over each of us, your people. Empower us to honor the legacy of Earth’s abundance that we have inherited from our ancestors. Help us to build communities that are safe and healthy for every one of the beings you have created. Inspire us to envision societies that will sustain life for generations to come. We place our faith in you, God, not in our own power to control or exploit.

Tonight, O God, please bless the bicycles brought to this place. May their riders be kept safe; may they be strengthened in body and spirit; may their lives further reflect commitment to stewardship of your Creation; and may the wind that blows in their hair and faces ever remind them of you. Please shower your blessing on cyclists across Elgin, throughout Chicagoland, and all around the world.

In the name of the One who is our Way, Amen.

The not-forgotten at Lone Fir Cemetery

I’ve always liked cemeteries.  Admittedly, they may not be ecologically-sustainable enough for the coming centuries of growing population and shrinking landmasses, but the cemeteries we do have provide a snapshot of history that we do well to bear in mind.  As largely-green open spaces, they can provide the spiritual nourishment of a city park, except with the watchful eyes of the past looking over our shoulders. 

Cemeteries reveal the cultures that made them.  They reveal what those cultures value, what histories they want to write, what they want to remember.  The Forest Home Cemetery near where I grew up was the resting spot for the remains of Chicago’s undesireds in the late 19th century, including Druids, Roma, the Haymarket massacre victims, and even Emma Goldman – people who today are more esteemed than the relative nobodies who made it into the “good” cemeteries downtown.

And so it comes as little surprise that similar historical reconsiderations are happening in Portland, surrounding the Lone Fir Cemetery that sits half a block away from a house I lived in and is where our cat got lost for one fretful night. 

Street Roots exposes the conversation in swing about the ways burial plots have been treated – namely, the way the burial sites of persons suffering mental illness were paved over and the way today’s mental health advocates are campaigning for a memorial for those buried there.  Lone Fir was the final resting place for the bodies of both Chinese workers and inhabitants of the local “Insane Hospital,” both of which were buried separately from the higher status individuals of pioneer families. 

What is the concept behind distinct burial areas, dependent on social status?  Is the concern that people’s souls will mingle if their corpses are too close together – and that’s a bad thing?  Or are the bereaved worried that they will have to mourn their beloved next to persons unlike themselves, people “like them?”   

Or does the city simply not want to remember everyone equally?  We write our histories not only in books, but in the very spaces we create as cities and neighborhoods and congregations.  May we strengthen ourselves for the tough work of community-building, in body, in spirit, and in memory.

No Hugs in (My) Junior High

I have been so PROUD (sarcasm here) of my alma mater – the junior high school one – for all the national news coverage it’s been getting recently.  Why has it made the news?  For such uplifting progress in the eternal battle against hugging.

Yup.  Hugging.

Back in Oak Park, Illinois, Julian Middle School principal Victoria Sharts has banned “extreme hugging,” after long chains of kids hugging each other in the hallways started impeding the orderly procession of students getting to class during passing periods.  It’s not even about banning nonconsensual hugs, which of course are inappropriate.  It’s about limiting how much kids show affection for each other.  Sharts was quoted in Newsweek saying, “We know there are times that hugs are needed and welcomed, but every 40 minutes in the hallway, with large groups of students – then it’s not.”

Now, I am sure it was a big enough problem to warrant a response.  I don’t know all the details.  But don’t kids need more hugs as they group up, especially hugs from each other?

And couldn’t good ole Percy Julian be making news for something a little more inspiring?  Like, say, its talented, world-changing alumni?

My Dad’s First Memorial Day

Tom writes,

This morning we went to Grant Park (downtown Chicago) to see the Eyes Wide Open display.  A pair of boots for each American killed in Iraq.  Most had names, some had pictures, or something written.  Done by the American Friends Service Committee.

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  Then we walked around the new Millenium Park secton, with the reflective Bean, and when we went back to the car, the number had already been incremented.

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  This may be the only time I remember Memorial Day having any meaning for me at all.  This insanity really has to stop.

May Day Rallies Nationwide for Immigrant Rights – and Chicago Rocks Them All

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As a Chicago kid, this picture makes my heart swell with pride: thousands marching down Congress Boulevard, under the El tracks, coming out at Michigan Avenue, flags waving, fists cheering, signs proclaiming… Chicago has had some of the most diverse immigration rights marches in this campaign, due to the world-wide homelands of Chicagoans, and some of the largest marches in the country, period. Thanks, AP and Charles Rex Arbogast, for a stunning shot!