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Arrow Prayer

Arrow Prayer

With my eyes fixed on the finish line
	I crouch in the starting blocks.
I breathe deeply once, then wind
	the inner spring tightly.
I flex and relax in quick restless ripples.
I am an arrow, I tell myself.
My bow is drawn.

Dear Archer,
	point me where you will.
I will give myself to the arc you choose for me.
I will not worry about the trajectory.
I will fly from you,
	not needing to know.
I will be the best, the fastest, the smoothest,
	the willingest arrow.

Just one thing, please:
	Talk to me, Archer.
	Fletcher, talk to me.
Let me know that I cannot leave you really.

I will fly from you, and to you.
You will choose my trajectory, and be my trajectory.
Let's go, Master.
I'm ready.

On your mark.
Get set.
2011-05-11T22:18:38-05:00May 11, 2011|0 Comments

Just One String

Those who made it to my December retreat at Pilgrim Park received drafts of the first three chapters of my new book. The title of the book is Seeker, Skeptic: Christian Spiritual Practices With (Almost) No Strings Attached. It opens with this greeting:

“Yeah, they figured, being a priest, you was gonna slip ‘em the old routine. Personally, I’m for giving you a break, and what I says with the gang goes.” —Tony Scaponi to Father O’Malley in the 1944 film Going My Way

You never really know what to expect from a religious book, no matter what it says on the front and back covers. It might well turn out to be preachy, pushy, or condescending. It might turn out to be the literary incarnation of that guy who sits down next to you in the bus station and asks if you know Jesus. So thanks for taking the chance—I appreciate the nerve you’ve shown in reading this first paragraph, and I hope you’ll find the rest worth your while.

Here’s a joke that was going around my seminary a few years ago (as it was told to me by a Unitarian classmate). Question: what do you get when you cross a Jehovah’s Witness with a Unitarian? Answer: someone who rings your doorbell—for no particular reason. In a way, that’s what I’m doing with this book. I do have a few beliefs about God, and I have many conjectures, but this book is not intended to get you to adopt them. If you’re not sure what you believe about God, that’s okay; neither am I. If you’re not sure what you believe about Jesus of Nazareth, I’m right there with you. If you don’t trust institutional churches; if you have problems with various parts of the Bible; if words like missionary and evangelism make you want to pretend not to be home when the guys in the suits ring your doorbell—well, I promise you, I’m in the same club. (And would you be surprised to learn that quite a few people who were in seminary with me are in the same club too?) This book is for you, for us, the people on the margins of the Christian tradition.

But to be honest, I am ringing your bell here for a reason; I do have an agenda; and here it is. I believe in God. I believe that all people are connected to God. I believe that there are many people, both churchgoing and otherwise, who would be happier if they were more attuned to this connection. Some of the following chapters teach simple practices from the Christian tradition, practices that can help us to be more aware of our connections to God. Other chapters explore the barriers that may discourage us from engaging the Christian tradition at all. It is my hope that you will find something here that will help you experience your connection to the holy in a new way. If you are intrigued by any topic, there is some suggested further reading at the end of each chapter.

But that’s my whole conscious agenda; that’s the only string attached. I am not going to slip you the old routine. I don’t care whether you go to church, or tithe, or read the Bible daily, or believe this rather than that. I am only concerned to help you be more aware of your connection to God. It’s my belief, God takes care of the rest.

That’s what ministry is all about, for me. The next retreat at Pilgrim Park is February 12. I hope to see you there.

2010-12-23T09:54:59-06:00December 22, 2010|0 Comments

A Blessing of Snow

My retreat day, “Practicing the Presence of God”, was an amazing experience for me on December 4.

We had a lot of snow the night before, six to eight inches. I drove around early in the morning, cursing and grinding my teeth, until I found a way to Pilgrim Park that was actually plowed. Then I called all the participants to tell them how to come. And, amazingly, they did! There was only one person who canceled because of the weather; the 14 other people who had signed up all struggled out in the still-falling snow, carpooling and helping each other dig out, all to spend the day there at Pilgrim Park with me. Even Stephanie Crumley-Effinger made it, and all the way from Richmond, IN, driving with her husband the night before. I was so amazed and grateful.

The first person to arrive after me was Susan Hale. She greeted me with a big smile and the observation, “Isn’t this snow a wonderful blessing?” I have to admit that I hadn’t been thinking of it as a blessing until that moment. The chapel where we met is an intimate octagonal building in the woods with floor to ceiling windows all around, and the view of the woods filling up with snow was just amazing. Meagan Johnson took some great pictures—she has an album of them on Facebook.

Well, we started late, and I had to change my plans for the day, and I was pretty stressed out and tired at the beginning of it, let alone at the end. But it didn’t matter: it was a blessed day anyway. My thanks to all of you who were there to share it with me. And tell your friends: the next retreat is February 12.

May you have a blessed Christmas, friends!

2010-12-12T17:51:50-06:00December 12, 2010|0 Comments

Vital Statistics

Vital Statistics

At the intersection of two country roads
     a yellow light flashes slowly.
I pull over—
     unnecessarily—
     hours pass here, this late at night,
     with no car from any direction.
The light flashes, once every two seconds,
     and it clicks as it flashes.
The corn rustles in the four fields.
Insects chirp.
The moon climbs a little higher in the sky.

Once every two seconds—
     somewhere in the world—
     a child dies of hunger.
No fields of corn are there,
     no intersections of highways,
     not even a flashing of light to announce the death.
Sometimes there is a weeping and a loud lamentation.
Sometimes, every two seconds,
     no one marks the death at all.

Except you, O Lord.
I believe:
     no light passes unnamed, unmourned.
Even when our intersection seems empty all night,
     still you are there.

May I sit just this one hour with you?
For this hour, as the corn rustles and the insects chirp,
     I will pray with you for each light as it flashes and is gone.
Every two seconds.
Every two seconds.
2010-11-15T23:18:43-06:00November 15, 2010|1 Comment

Songs of Creation

Back in 2008 I made a pilgrimage to Iona. Among the books I read in preparation was J. Philip Newell’s The Book of Creation: An Introduction to Celtic Spirituality—still one of my favorites of Newell’s many good books. The trip and the book inspired me to write a cycle of compositions, one for each day of the seven-day creation story. At this point I’ve only finished two of them: Day One and Day Five.

About the Cycle as a Whole

I am trying to compose in a suitable style for each day, and I think this will give me a pretty wide range of musical styles. (Days One and Five are already quite different from each other!) Other aspects of the music lend some underlying unity to the cycle. They are all choral compositions in four parts, a capella. They all open with a common musical tag: a crunchy chord with a suspended fourth. (This is heard in the second measure of Day One, and in the third measure of Day Five.) The lyrics and music are all mine, so although I have attempted to write them in different styles, at a deeper level they speak with the same voice. And they are all written in the first person, as if from God’s perspective in the act of creation.

About “One Needful Thing (Creation, Day One)”

In The Book of Creation, Newell writes:

To say that light is created on the first day is to say that light is at the heart of life. It is the beginning of creation in the sense that it is the essence or centre from which life proceeds. At the heart of all that has life is the light of God. This is a fundamental belief of the Celtic tradition.

St John the Evangelist’s way of putting it is to speak of this light as ‘the light of life’ or ‘the light that enlightens everyone coming into the world’. Nothing has life apart from this light. It dapples through the whole of creation.

The lyric of my composition “One Needful Thing (Creation, Day One)” emphasizes this sense of light at the core of creation.

One Needful Thing (Creation, Day One)

Nothing to see,
Neither light nor darkness,
And no eye seeking.

Nothing to hear,
Neither sound nor silence,
And no voice speaking.

Nothing to taste,
Neither sharp nor mild,
No mouth enfolding.

Nothing to feel,
No sense of touch or absence,
And no hand holding.

One needful thing: let there be light.
	I make the light, 
	I am the light:
Every atom softly shimmering.

One needful thing: let there be feeling.
	I hold with love,
	I am the loving embrace:
Every atom touching tenderly.

One needful thing: let there be flavor,
	I make the flavor, 
	I am the flavor:
Every atom sweetly savoring.

One needful thing: let there be sound.
	I speak the word, 
	I am the word:
Every atom ever echoing.

Now:
	All who see, will see me,
	All who touch, will touch me,
	All who taste, will taste me,
	All who hear, will hear me.

I am the light, every one enlightening.

In this lyric, the light isn’t (just) a physical light: visible radiation by itself is irrelevant in a world that, as yet, contains no sun and moon, no objects to reflect light, and no eyes to see it. It seemed to me that light in this part of the creation story is a metaphor, and could as well be sound, or taste, or touch. The “light” suggests all those doors of perception that will connect the as-yet-uncreated creatures to the as-yet-uncreated things they will perceive. As I wrote, I had in mind two blind members of my congregation: I wanted to express the creation of “light” in a way that would be equally accessible to them.

I also wanted to emphasize God’s immanence: God both makes the light, and is the Light. God both creates each door of perception, and is the Door. Thus, to perceive is to perceive God. I wove in additional scriptural allusions with a Celtic focus: not just “Let there be light,” (Gen. 1:3) but also “The Word was God” (John 1:1) and “The true light, which enlightens everyone” (John 1:9). The title and repeated phrase “one needful thing” is also a scriptural allusion (Luke 10:42, in the language of the King James Version).

About “Come To Me (Creation, Day Five)”

In The Book of Creation, Newell writes this reflection on the creatureliness of God:

In the Celtic tradition there is the conviction, as we have noted, that our deepest desire is for the Love that is at the heart of life. It is a desire to see, to hear, to smell, to taste and to touch the One whom we desire. While the essence of God is beyond anything that can be seen or handled, creation is the expression of God. It is the divine embodiment that we may sense and touch in love.

The lyric of my composition “Come To Me (Creation, Day Five)” emphasizes this sensual and God-desiring nature of animal creation:

Come To Me (Creation, Day Five)

I am ready now.
I have set my heart on this.
I summon you:
	Come to me!

Bird of the air, I summon thee:
	Flap your wings and come to me!
Beast of the earth, I summon thee:
	Stomp your feet and come to me!
Fish of the sea, I summon thee:
	Shake your fins and come to me!

I shine my light and draw you like a moth to a flame,
I sing the song and send the sound of saying your name.
I pull you to the edge and then I pull a little more,
I light the fuse and spread the news and open up your hidden door.
Now come to me!

I open up a path that you won’t find on the map,
I light the dark and make a spark that bridges your gap.
I dance before my altar and you feel the earth shake,
I touch you and your sun comes up and tells you that you’re wide awake.
Now come to me!

Fly me, whale me, stork me, quail me, hare me, snail me, come to me!
Bear me, bee me, mare me, flea me, manatee me, come to me!
Louse me, mouse me, goat me, stoat me, tick me, chick me, come to me!
Bat me, gnat me, frog me, rat me, dog me, cat me, come to me!
Come to me!
Come!

The lyric and the music are in a flamboyant style. I picture God as calling the animals, both into existence and toward God’s self simultaneously. This call is a deep enchantment, a longing that is part of our incarnational being, a magnetism that draws us Godward. Although the idiom of the song is modern, I think it reflects an essentially Celtic understanding of creation: one that it does not equate sensuality with sinfulness.

Sheet Music

Here’s sheet music for these two songs. I’ve never recorded them, nor heard them performed. If you perform them, please let me know! I’m making these two available with a free license for non-commercial copying and performance. (See the license information at the bottom of this post.)

I still have only notes for the other five days of creation—and I’m afraid they’re on the back burner now. (But if anyone would like to commission them, by all means give me a call!)

Creative Commons License
One Needful Thing (Creation, Day One) and Come To Me (Creation, Day Five) by Adam Brooks Webber are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)

2010-10-24T19:24:43-05:00October 23, 2010|1 Comment

First Album Available

As of today, my 2008 album “Smackdown” is available from CDBaby, either as a CD or as MP3 downloads. I’m working on the next album, but it’s still a few months away. I’m hoping to have it available by December 4, the date of my next retreat at Pilgrim Park.

The album cover for Smackdown shows a mosaic from the Soumela monastery in Turkey. This depicts a famous incident in the history of the church: at the first Council of Nicea in 325, the presbyter Arius was excommunicated, and exiled, and also smacked—by Bishop Nicholas, later a saint of the church. I guess Arius was naughty rather than nice.

Adam Brooks Webber: Smackdown
2010-09-30T20:30:19-05:00September 30, 2010|0 Comments

Confession

Confession

I’ve spent forty-seven years, Lord,
	learning to judge these things.
I’ve learned to disdain mass-produced pop-icon architecture,
	like the Pizza Hut down the street.
I’ve learned to value those same wines of dry and complex character
	that used to make me wince and shiver.
I’ve learned to prefer the cleaner exhaust
	of new cars with pollution controls,
	not like my old green Volkswagen beetle, long ago rust.
I’ve learned to despise Twinkies.

And I thank you for those lessons, Lord, but now I must tell you that
	they’re wearing off.
For now I confess, more and more, the perfection of all things:

The Pizza Hut is doing its best,
	perfect in its pizza-hutness:
	it is fit to be your temple.
The cheap wine is also from your grapes,
	and springs forth joyously from the box:
	it is fit to be quaffed before your altar.
The exhaust from the green Volkswagen is sweet too,
	a pleasing odor rising to heaven;
	the car itself is fit to be your chariot,
	your merkabah, wheels within wheels.
And the Twinkie — dear Lord, the Twinkie! —
	so small in my hand, so sweet and pure,
	pure as a wafer,
	no dead cake, this:
What keeps it from falling away into nothingness?

Only your love, Lord,
Sustains it, persists it,
	calls it continually into being,
	world without end,
	Amen.

The idea that God’s love keeps the whole cosmos from falling away into nothing goes back at least to Julian of Norwich, a fourteenth-century anchoress and mystic. Chapter IV of the short text of her Showings reports this vision:

“And in this he showed me something small, no bigger than a hazelnut, lying in the palm of my hand, and I perceived that it was as round as any ball. I looked at it and thought: What can this be? And I was given this general answer: It is everything which is made. I was amazed that it could last, for I thought that it was so little that it could suddenly fall into nothing. And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and always will, because God loves it; and thus everything has being through the love of God.”

2010-09-20T12:33:10-05:00September 20, 2010|0 Comments

Four New Dates for Retreats

I have four new dates for retreats.  These one-day retreats will be held at Pilgrim Park in Princeton, Illinois.  I will teach and lead contemplative prayer practices from the Christian traditions, and enliven the day with some original music.  Each of the four retreats will be different, and you are welcome to attend any or all of them.  Lunch and a snack will be included in the registration fee.  The site is part of the Outdoor Ministries of the Illinois Conference of the United Church of Christ.  But my retreats are ecumenical; you don’t have to be a UCC member, or a member of any church at all.  Fellow seeker/skeptics are particularly welcome!

I’ll post further information on the retreats and how to register for them as soon as I can.  For now, if you’re interested, please pencil in these dates on your calendar:

December 4, 2010
January 15, 2011
February 12, 2011
April 16, 2011

2010-09-11T12:06:20-05:00September 11, 2010|0 Comments
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