When I was a small child, we moved around a lot. By the time I was four, I had lived in five homes, four cities, and two countries. And so I have always had a strong sense that the life I live is provisional, makeshift: that it can vanish and be replaced at any time. In the summers, sometimes, we would go to the ocean, and I would build castle after castle, shoring them up against the ravages of the sea. But, every time, the waters rolled in.
Here's the thing: I kept on building them.
This morning is a bit like that. This is my last Daily Cup. This Sunday, I will be moving from the church I have served these last five years, and I'm not entirely sure what will come next. And our nation has awoken to the morning after a bitterly-divisive election, and we are not sure what comes next. (Oh, we know who comes next, just not what.) No matter who won this election, many were going to experience it as a death-knell for the country they love.
So this morning, I woke up. I got out of bed. I walked the dog. I made some tea and prayed. It's the grown-up version of what I did after each move, when I was a child: Unpacked the toys. Arranged the stuffed animals. Ate breakfast.
The most ordinary details of our life stitch this world together: Parents bathing a child. Tending an elderly parent. People feeding one another, washing the laundry. Kathleen Norris calls these things "the quotidian mysteries": the relentless round of daily tasks that somehow, by grace, bind us to one another and open us to God. Take refuge in them. There is a strong power in these simple things: power to carry us through.
Last night, when the results began to come in, my friends started to text one another, then to call. We needed to hear one another's voice. We were frightened about what this land might become, about what kind of country our children might grow up in. What kinds of language and action they might accept as ordinary, just another part of the world in which we live. We needed to remember that there were others out there: people who have dedicated their lives to the work of making an inclusive world, a world in which doors are open and communities are welcoming and every human being is honored as a living, breathing, image of God. We reached out to one another to remind ourselves that we still have one another. That we are not alone.
If this were an ordinary day, I might end this here. I might remind us that the good things of our ordinary life and the friends of our right hand are what God has given us this day. I might say we should honor them, and I would be right. We should. They are God's gift, just as you are, and if the mystery of Christ means anything, this astonishing claim that God took on human flesh and ate and drank and bathed and walked and laughed and wept, then surely it means that these things of our every day are holy, sanctified by his touch. That when we practice them with an open heart, Christ comes to meet us through the thin veil. That in times of trouble, they carry us, as surely as any chariot of fire.
But I am writing this today not only as a pastor, but also as a human being: as a woman, as a person of Jewish descent, and as a survivor of sexual assault. Over the last year and more, my gender, my tribe, and my past have been assaulted in word and in image, over and over again. I cannot pretend that this is an ordinary day, not even an ordinary day after an election.
So the other half of what I want to say to you this morning is this: be vigilant. There was always a serpent in that garden.
There's a strange thing about the myth of Adam and Eve: at the end of the story, they are cast out of Eden and an angel with a flaming sword is positioned between them and the Tree of Life. But the serpent is not cast out. The serpent stays.
It is not enough to pray. It is not enough to cling to those we love. If we wish to honor the dignity of every human being, we must also work. We must build nets and strengthen relationships and reach out of our comfort zones and work to build the communities we love. "Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it." (Song of Songs, 8:7) Even if the waters seem to wash them away, we can always build again.
And we are not alone in that work. There are so many groups already out there, tattered angels who walk their rounds night and day, patrolling the edges of our world, making sure that no one falls away. They are groups like the NAACP and the Southern Poverty Law Center, Episcopal Migration Ministries, the House of Ruth, the Equal Justice Initiative, and others you could name.
Many months ago, I wrote on this blog: "I guess what I’m saying is this: it’s not up to our leaders to shape this world. It’s up to us. Each of us has a ballot, but each of us also has a life: the days and minutes and hours that God has given us. The ballot is a powerful tool and great gift of freedom, and every one of us should use it to support whomever we think can best lead our nation, our city, or our state. But of the two, the second is more powerful: what you do with your life." (If you missed that post, you can find it here: http://stalbansdc.org/the-daily-cup/vote-your-life/).
And so, today, I urge you to contact one of these organizations (or one of your own choosing) and make an offering. Send five dollars or ten; send a hundred or a thousand: that gift is your first stake in the ongoing work of making a world that is hospitable to Jesus. It matters that people of good will stand up and pitch in and do this work. And it matters that we keep on keeping on. Because this world is in our hands; we are the workers of God. We are our brother's keeper, and our sister's keeper, and our neighbor's neighbor. We are the people God has redeemed to do the work, and we are the agents of grace and the bearers of mercy.
In the words of St. John of the Cross, "Where there is no love, put love in." That is the whole work of God. There is no other.
It has been a gift and a responsibility to be in conversation with you these last five years. I want to thank every one of you who has taken time to read my words and those of my colleagues, and particularly to those of you who have written back, responded, argued, or expressed thanks. My colleagues will continue to offer good news, almost daily, on this site, and I hope you will attend to them. There is a lot of wisdom in their words, and a lot of joy.
If you wish to hear my voice, I will be writing (sporadically) at . The site is under construction, so be patient.