Transmission

an emerging liturgical community in NYC

 

upcoming February 27, 2007

Tags - | | | | — Bowie @ 11:23 pm

WEDNESDAY : : Feb 28

apt.church. This week we’re celebrating the arrival of Lent with a homecooked meal from Bowie and a ritual led by Paul, who spent most of January in Turkey. He’ll be guiding us through themes of pilgrimage and more (ask him about getting thrown into Turkish prison). Should be a great time. Please contact us for directions.

SUNDAY : : March 4

baby.naming. For those of you who are interested, John and Elizabeth will be having a formal baby naming for Thomas Jackson at the Church of the Epiphany next Sunday, at 6 p.m. There will be food there, too, as well as a bunch of songs written by John and Isaac.

WEDNESDAY : : March 7

easter.prep. All are invited to our next planning session for Easter @ Avalon (service April 8 @ 6 p.m. - see blog posts from 2/6 and 2/18 for more info). We’ll be meeting at Holy Apostles in Chelsea (296 Ninth Avenue @ 28th Street), 2nd floor of the Mission House, 7-9 p.m. We’ll have food, will workshop a part of the service, and continue discussions about the ritual components, advertising, etc.

 
 

The Scariest Jesus Statue EVER February 24, 2007

Tags - | — Isaac @ 8:33 pm

Jesus StatueWorshippers in Liverpool are ascribing miraculous powers to this bronze statue of Jesus holding a whip. I think we need to get one for Bowie’s apartment.

 
 

quitting smoking for lent

Tags - | | | — Bowie @ 1:09 pm

By Bowie Snodgrass

     
Dear God,
I’m gonna miss smoking
So much. Reaching in
The box. Pulling in air.

A last cigarette before bed
To gather my thoughts,
A break between rounds
Of work or play,
Often accompanied by company…
We smokers find each other.

And stick together,
Till someone quits.

I’m going to miss the little high
The little calm, the little heat,
The breaths of fresh air, stepping out,
To fill up my lungs with smoke.

It might sound quite gross,
And we all know it’s bad.
It stinks, it kills, it annoys,
And, by golly, shouldn’t we all
Want to live forever, if we can?

OK. I’m getting carried away.
It’s bad, I know, I know.

But, God,
I’m going to miss smoking.
So please send some other
Daily little pleasures my way.

     
* I wrote this in August 2005, the last time I quit smoking. Well, I’m quitting again. I started on Ash Wednesday. Now gotta get through Lent… and then the rest of my life. Pray for me.
* Many blessings for all of you and what ever you are giving up - or taking on - in your lenten journey. Please share what you are doing for Lent below…
* Also, check out the newest sabbath poem at FaithHouse, “I just laugh” by Kabir

 
 

WED Mtg @ 7:30 p.m. (NEW TIME) February 20, 2007

Tags - — Bowie @ 5:50 pm

The first planning meeting for Easter @ Avalon will be held this Wednesday, Feb 21, in the basement of Advent Lutheran (Bway @ 93rd) beginning at 7:30 p.m. (not 7 p.m.). We were mistaken about the time when the space would be available. See posts from Feb 6, 18 and 19 below for more info…

 
 

The End of Emerge

Tags - | | — Bowie @ 1:06 am

Last night I went to the final Emerge, the 7 p.m. alt worship service at St. Bart’s on Park Avenue and 51st in New York. After the service, a friend turned to me and said, “that was sad.”

“Tragically and sinfully sad,” I replied.

Sad because it was just so damn good and sad because it’s a crying shame that St. Bart’s is shutting it down less than a year after it started.

Sinfully sad because there were more than one hundred people there last night, with visible age, ethnic, racial, and class diversity in the room. How many churches around the country only dream of that type of crowd on a Sunday morning (the majority of Episcopal churches have less)…let alone a Sunday night.

St. Bart’s, a Byzantine basilica, covered in shimmering tiles and mosaics, is one of the most beautiful churches in New York City. A take-your-breath-away holy space. For Emerge, candles created a curtain of light between the altar and the congregation. Behind the small table set up for readings and celebrating the Eucharist, a wonderful assortment of images were projected on a beveled-edged stand-alone screen.

The service followed the forms for an Episcopal liturgy with texts “crafted and adapted from several sources including Enriching Our Worship, The Iona Community Worship Book, Johnny Baker’s Alternative Worship and Common Worship 2000“. The music selections and musicians were spot on, capturing the contemplative and celebratory mood of Emerge’s tag line: “where the ancient and urban come together.” I was moved by the amount of silence in the service (allowing for entire minutes to go by, a sacred treasure in NYC) and also really glad when they invited the entire congregation to stand around the table during the celebration of communion.

There’s bits I could critique (hey, I’m a seminary-trained PK who’s starting my own emerging liturgical community) but why? I like to say: If you’re part of the solution, you’re part of the solution. Sanctuary at Epiphany, Common Ground at Advent Lutheran, and Emerge at St. Bart’s are all trying to work out some new solutions in mainline settings… and are all succeeding.

It’s tragically sad that Emerge is ending precisely because it was succeeding at doing something perceptibly new. Elizabeth, the young priest who gave the sermon, did a good job of using the story of the Transfiguration to tell the congregation that we shouldn’t try to hold on to our “mountain-top” experiences. Nor, she preached, should we “worship the worship.”

The party line reason for ending Emerge was budget cuts. At the end of the service, Bill Tully, the rector of St. Bart’s stood up and asked people to pledge. Maybe then Emerge could come back. He asked us to read through a small printed pamphlet about St. Bart’s 2007 Annual Fund called “The Heart of All We Do.” The opening message from the rector in the booklet says that “at St. Bart’s, worship is at the heart of all we do.” Tonight that statement rang hollow.

One of the hallmarks of doing post-modern worship is that it’s got to be authentic. Emerge was authentic. It succeeded in being a sacred space of mystery and transcendence. It succeeded in being a safe place for many different types of people who feel the brokenness all around us and who perhaps are made to feel broken themselves by traditional church. The service was professional and resourced and lived up to all that St. Bart’s should be doing in an alt worship service. Beautiful, mysterious, broken, and profound. It was authentic to St. Bart’s.

 
 

Ash Wednesday in Twenty Minutes February 19, 2007

Tags - | — Isaac @ 1:35 pm

As participants gather, they are handed a brown paper sandwich bag containing a votive candle, a pen, a few short texts, and a piece of flash paper with the words “remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return” written on it.  The texts include the creation of adam, the 103rd Psalm, and Carl Sagan’s stardust quote (”…We long to return. And we can’t, because the cosmos is also within us. We’re ‘made’ of star stuff….”)

The service begins with everyone sitting on the floor in a circle.  An initial singing of “bless the lord my soul” helps folks focus and buys time for latecomers.  (I might switch in a different tune - I’m not nuts about the word “soul” as a translation for nephesh, especially on ash wednesday which is so physical in focus).

After the singing, one of the leaders lights his or her candle and indicates that everyone else should do likewise.  We are told to meditate/pray during the recitation of a psalm (either 103 or 139).  The psalm is done with a sung antiphonal refrain but instead of a reader the text is sampled in both hebrew and english.

At the end of the psalm meditation, the music fades back into a low ambient pulse.  participants are told to write on their papers a) something they love about their bodies, b) something they don’t love about their bodies, c) something they love about being the age they are, d) something they don’t love about the aging process.  Then they are asked to find someone who they don’t know very well and share.

When the two are done sharing, they exchange papers, bless one another, invoke the words “remember that you are dust etc,” and burn the other’s paper.  When the papers start going up in smoke, the music ends.

Finally, three activities occur simultaneously:

  1. those who want ashes can get them.  After you get them you give them to the next person.
  2. those who don’t want ashes but want something can get healing dust from chimayo and still feel involved.  (People can, of course, get both if they like.)
  3. people who want neither can sit, meditate, or quietly sing (maybe the taize tune again, or something else)
 
 

Mary Magdalene Leading the Way to Easter February 18, 2007

Tags - | | | | — Bowie @ 4:43 pm

St Mary Magdalene, originally uploaded by hadyn.green.

this is the email we’re sending out to PONY and $PREAD Magazine lists… please pass on to any (current or former) sex workers you know and feel free to comment below!

* * *

dear sex workers with spiritual leanings,

we’d like to invite you to help us plan and produce an Easter service. We’re an underground church mostly made up of folks who feel unfulfilled by mainstream American church culture, and we have a passion for sex worker advocacy (we aren’t sex workers ourselves, but are friends with members of PONY and editors of $PREAD Magazine).

We’ll be focusing on Mary Magdalene’s close and personal relationship with the man we call Jesus, her witness and mission on behalf of the risen Christ, and contemporary sex worker issues.

we will be holding the service at Avalon (Ave of the Americas @ 20th Street) on the evening of April 8th. Avalon used to be called Limelight and before that, it was Holy Communion Episcopal Church, a church which did some really interesting work with the sex worker community in the 19th Century.

we would welcome your participation in making this event fabulous and meaningful to people who may feel unwelcome or marginalized in the Christian church today. quick note: the point of this event is NOT to get converts or to “save” anyone - the point is to celebrate the easter tradition, explore how we can apply it to contemporary issues, and have a service that includes a community which is often excluded.

please consider joining us for a planning meeting this Wednesday, Feb 21, 7pm - in the basement of Advent Lutheran (Bway @ 93rd); we would really like some sex-worker led guidance in developing this event. Transmission is a Christian group but folks from any tradition are welcome.

we’ll be holding future planning meetings on Weds 3/7, 3/21 and 4/4. Location TBA. please contact us through our blog if you can’t come this week, but would like to hear more about our future meetings.

blessings,

Bowie Snodgrass and Isaac Everett
www.transmissioning.org

 
 

Sabbath Poem (Anne Carson) February 16, 2007

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Literary sculpture, originally uploaded by davosmit

“A group of books in the moorland near the Bronte village of Haworth”

THOU

The question I am left with is the question of her loneliness.
And I prefer to put it off.
It is morning.

Astonished light is washing over the moor from north to east.
I am walking into the light.
One way to put off loneliness is to interpose God.

Emily had a relationship on this level with someone she calls Thou. She describes Thou as awake like herself all night
and full of strange power.

Thou woos Emily with a voice that comes out of the night wind.
Thou and Emily influence one another in the darkness,
playing near and far at once.

She talks about a sweetness that “proved us one.”
I am uneasy with the compensatory model of female religious experience and yet,
there is no question,

it would be sweet to have a friend to tell things to at night,
without the terrible sex price to pay.
This is a childish idea, I know.

by Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

post inspired by…

* The Sabbath Poems on Samir Selmanovic’s Faith House blog (Samir is moving back to NYC this summer to start an interfaith emerging community)
* Our V-Day conversations about God blessings erotic love, but also being lover for many Christian celibates through the ages… (see posts below)
* My delight with Glass, Irony, and God (from whence this poem came)

 
 

Song of Songs, Havdallah

Tags - | — Isaac @ 5:35 pm

Kudos to Bowie for the service on Wednesday. I loved how multisensory it was - could the Songs of Songs really be done any other way?

It also got me thinking about how Havadallah, the traditional Jewish service for the ending of Shabbat, done at dusk on Saturday. That service includes:

~filling a cup full of wine (and tasting it)

~passing around spices (and smelling them)

~lighting a candle (and examining your fingernails in the light)

~snuffing out the candle in the wine (and getting a very satisfying pssssst)

I thought it was very interesting that we did all of these thing even though Bowie’s never been to a Havdallah. Well, ok, we snuffed out matches in water (instead of a candle in the wine) but the effect was the same. It’s interesting to me how some elements of ritual seem be archetypical, transcending culture and religious tradition.

 
 

V-DAY RITUAL February 15, 2007

Tags - | | — Bowie @ 1:29 am

2/14/2007

Valentine’s Day House Church

SETTING: 2-bedroom apartment in west Harlem. seven folks arrived, cooked dinner, welcomed our new guest, ate snacks, then started ritual.

* kiss of peace
* ritual reading of Song of Songs
* prayer: bodies – folks strike a pose, everyone follows suit, say a prayer
* prayer: love song lyric – pass out selections from popular love songs that could be read to address a lover relationship with the divine. folks select one, read or sing it to the group. sing alongs welcome
* dinner, dessert, wine and good conversation

SoS RITUAL READING

Instructions –
* prep and procure the props
* make copies of readings in large font for participants to read
* when gathered, explain interactive component before each reading – have people perform the asterisked ritual before, during, or after the reading
* afterwards, invite people to share how they heard God speaking to them in the text

I SoS 1:12-17 (from bible or TJS translation below)

* SMELL – cedar balls and spices

Where you recline in light of noon
I’ll fly to lie beside you soon
With Spices, wine and ripest fruit
Have my desire in finest bloom
Baptized in your divine perfume
The time is right, we’re wise but new
The time is right, desire consumes

Our couch is green, our rafters pine
Our house is cedar beams and grafted vines
The clouds our canopy on high
Our town this Eden ‘neath the sky

Feel your left arm beneath my head
Your right my sheet, your side my bed
But I won’t sleep for love is ready
And I won’t rest till love is dead

II SoS 2:8-13

* VISUALIZE – close your eyes, listen, and see the scene in your mind’s eye

III Song of Songs 4:9-16

* SMELL – light incense

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