We have a guest with us this weekend â€“ a lovely young woman named Faith from Nottingham, England. Sheâ€™s received an enviable grant to travel for two months studying how cities brand themselves as â€œart cities.â€ Doesnâ€™t that sound just lovely?
Last night, while we were standing in the throngs at Motel, she asked if we were going to church on Sunday. No oneâ€™s asked me that for awhile. Since we closed Monkfish Abbey we havenâ€™t even considered what we might want to do about church â€“ or more precisely â€“ about whether or not we want (or need) a spiritual community that meets in an organized, weekly fashion.
For now, this Sunday will find us worshipping at the Church of Art — that is, weâ€™ll be making bamboo and paper mache lanterns at the Powerhouse for the Fall Equinox walk next Sunday. The folks at the Powerhouse and dedicated to expressing thanksgiving and general attentiveness at the turn of each and every season. Summer finds us parading about in celebration of the Light. Fall is a quiet preparation for hibernation with one last walk around the lake by lamplight. Winter finds us feasting and clapping as the darkness begins to wane at the solstice. And we greet Spring by dancing with flowers in our hair as Life returns to the earth.
For me the creative reality of the seasons is inextricably linked with the creative power of the Divine. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, â€œGod createsâ€ is the first thing we know about our source and our maker. In my experience, the church was never that good at connecting the dots between the words of our holy book and the reality of our physical living on this earth. But the artists at the Powerhouse have an intuitive way of doing just that.
What will you do this Sunday for spiritual sustenance?