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This we know: the earth does not belong to us, we belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. We did not weave the web of life, we are merely a strand in it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to the creator and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
~Chief Seattle

Today our Sacred Journey service was a "service of lamentation and solidarity with the earth and prayers for the Gulf of Mexico." I feel connected to the Sacred Journey community because we are progressives and treehuggers bound by spirituality. Are we Christians? Yes, but the word Christian lately leave connotations of Right Wing Christians who I would say aren't really Christians at all but fanatics.

We spoke today about how our earth is only as healthy as our ocean and were reminded that this devastation is not merely limited to the Gulf of Mexico. Resources and wildlife are being depleted everywhere by the way we choose to live our lives. This is more than the Gulf, we have become reckless with our world.

Many of us have feelings of restlessness, frustration and despair while others refer to this as a natural disaster instead of a man-made disaster. This morning we prayed for hope and solidarity. We were asked if this disaster would finally wake us up? Would we be worthy of God's trust in us with this planet? We prayed for those of authority (federal, state, and local) asking for creativity to solve this problem and compassion for the people and animals affected by this disaster. We were reminded that we may be God-like, but we are not God. Several times we prayed, "May our lifestyles, choices, and practices be life affirming for all."


My prayers were more simplistic: May all creatures join together and unite in this universe. May all realize this devastation is a man made disaster not a natural disaster. May the divisions caused by this carelessness unite us in the task to heal our people, animals and planet. May I make the proper choices to save the world around me even if it's a small piece at a time.

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