I’m not a liturgical vestments guy, but I would wear either of these to church. You bet I would.
In the beginning, before we were born, before our grandparents met, before people fought over boundaries, before there were countries or planets or stars, in the beginning, before we were born,
there was God.
Before we learned to write or speak or even think words, God’s name was the rush of the wind in the reeds, the migration of continents, the burning of stars, the movement of love in the cosmos. Before all of these, God began speaking.
God said “I Am!” This is the Word that went forward creating all things. The Word was with God. The Word was God. Through God’s speaking Godself into space and time, all things were made. Because God said “I Am,” God said “You Are.” In this way, all things were made.
After people began to fight over boundaries, after they’d charted maps and named stars, after they’d fled war and weather, this great I Am, which is God, became flesh.
In the tongues of the nations, he was called God With Us, God Saves. He was called Emmanuel. He was called Jesus.
He was called the Messiah, the Christ, the One Anointed as prophet, priest, king. The Word become flesh, the breath of God living and breathing, the Word who had brought forth all things.
God came as us. God came for us. The God who spoke creation is here.
God found us hurting and needing and hungry. God found us broken, afraid. In the infant of Bethlehem, in the crucified God, we find God sharing our lot. Speaking the language of our experience.
And God is still speaking.
Through the rush of the wind, through the courses of stars, through the turning of great wheels in the deep,
Through lowly birth, through a life on the margin, through betrayal by friends, through false accusations, through the injustice of empire, through death on a cross, I Am is speaking.
I Am says “We Are.”
Tonight, we talked about imagining “every time you do this, do it in remembrance of me” as being about so much more than ritual. We shared a wonderful time together, sang around the table, looked at the community in Acts 2 through the lens of Holy Thursday, ate pineapple upside-down cake, and shared traditional elements.
I put the flow together and realized it looked like a chalice.
I loved our gathering and I love these people.
It’s been 5 years, I think, since some friends and I did a St. Patrick’s Day U2Charist in Downtown Allentown.
The City has changed a lot since then. I’m proud of the early efforts we made with settings like this, and with broken liturgy.
I think I have the liturgy on Google Drive. I will post if I can find it.
Here’s the full liturgy as a PDF: