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Tuesday, September 7, 2021


 

Prayer for the Line 3 Protests*

By the Rev. Connie Yost 

Delivered at the Public Prayer for Water Protectors,

Beaverton, Oregon on 9/4/21

Let us pray.

We gather today in the spirit of life, love and solidarity with the Native Americans and others who so courageously are protesting the Line 3 pipeline completion in Minnesota. 

In my faith tradition, Unitarian Universalism, we affirm the moral imperative that we must respect the interdependent web of all existence of which we are a part. 

This pipeline represents an assault on mother earth as it endangers precious waterways, draining 5 billion gallons of water for its construction from an area that has had its water supply reduced by 75% in a drought.  In addition, its mere existence endangers the water supply of countless people along its path.

As Winona Laduke says, we say “no” to ideas that make no sense and hurt people and the planet.  We must look to a future of clean energy, not keep recreating the past that treats people and the planet as things to be used, and used up, and discarded.

We say “no” to callous disregard for Native American treaty rights.  It is time, way past time, that we stop waging war on Native Americans, stop stealing and destroying land, and stop assaulting Mother Earth. 

We know another way is possible.  We know that we can be investing in clean energy and projects and policies that affirm Native treaty rights, and respect and protect the planet.

We stand strong, because our cause is just.  As Winona Laduke says, though we are experiencing “the continuing sorrow of a broken system…we work for a future with fewer jails, [more just] laws for people and Mother Earth, and more hope.”

Let each of us call on our own source of strength so we can find it in our heart to stand strong, and have hope, even when the going gets tough.

This we pray, in the spirit of life, love and solidarity.   

Amen. 

*Call to Action

Sunday, August 29, 2021

Nabisco workers on strike in Portland, Oregon

I am part of the Faith Labor Committee of Portland Jobs with Justice, and we support the workers at Nabisco who are on strike.  Having worked mandatory overtime and in difficult conditions throughout the pandemic, these union workers are being asked to sacrifice even more by giving up overtime pay, pensions, and more!  Meanwhile, parent company Mondelez International recorded more than $3.5 billion in profits in 2020, paying the CEO $17 million.  We say "no" to corporate greed and "yes" to worker rights!  I was honored to give this prayer at the picket line rally on August 28, 2021.

 

Prayer for the Striking Workers at Nabisco in Portland, Oregon 

By the Rev. Connie Yost 

Jobs with Justice Faith Labor Committee

We gather today near the confluence of the Columbia and Willamette Rivers on land worked and loved by many native tribes in the past.  We honor the reclaiming of an important native site not too far from here, called Neerchokikoo [near-cho-kee-koo] by the Native American Youth & Family Center. 

May our words, actions and hearts join together today in solidarity also with the native community on whose sacred land we stand.

Let us pray.

We gather today in the spirit of life, love and solidarity with the Nabisco workers who so courageously are striking for their human rights.  Let each one of us in our own way, within our own faith tradition or no faith tradition at all, affirm the inherent worth and dignity of each of them.   

The workers before us work hard for too little; they see their strong work ethic being exploited by mandatory overtime, their family time taken away, and themselves used callously, as machines, not people. 

We affirm the dignity of these workers, who deserve time off to care for and enjoy their own families and friends.  We abhor the exploitive policies of Nabisco that asks workers to make concessions while the company posts record profits.  We say “no” to the greed that asks many to sacrifice for the benefit of a few.

Let us each call on our own source of strength so we can find it in our heart to stand with these workers even when the going gets tough.

Workers, may you know that are hearts are open to you in love, justice and hospitality.  May the strike soon bear fruit and your dignity be affirmed. 

This we pray, in the spirit of life, love and solidarity. 

Amen.

 

Copyright 2021 Constance B. Yost. All rights reserved.

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Happy New Year 2021


Happy New Year 2021

I am not sure how happy this new year is for most of us.  For me, it started like so many of the days before it - gray, rainy and straining my ability to think up new things to do to keep myself from sinking into boredom and lethargy.

But I do feel hope in the new year.  There is a new federal administration coming  in a few weeks that won’t solve all our problems or do everything I want, but will definitely do better than what we have had.  With any luck the daily news won’t be full of a barrage of lies and attacks on our democracy by the very leaders who are supposed to be upholding and advancing our democratic principles.  Maybe some decency will even enter into the public discourse and we will offer meaningful, tangible support to all those who have been hurt by the pandemic and all those who were already hurting due to their immigration status and/or poverty wages.

That’s a lot to ask, it seems.  How can we be the richest country in the world yet have so many people living in intolerable circumstances?  Can it be that we collectively worship wealth more than equality?  Can it be that we care about justice only if it doesn’t cost us anything, or inconvenience us in any way, or limit our own ability to accumulate wealth?

The pandemic ended life as we knew it, and now that I have been lamenting this for over nine months, I am beginning to understand that there is a gift in this, waiting for us to claim it.

The Indian writer Arundhati Roy writes[i]:

What is this thing that has happened to us? It’s a virus, yes. In and of itself it holds no moral brief.  But it is definitely more than a virus. Some believe it’s God’s way of bringing us to our senses. Others that it’s a Chinese conspiracy to take over the world.

Whatever it is, coronavirus has made the mighty kneel and brought the world to a halt like nothing else could.  Our minds are still racing back and forth, longing for a return to “normality,” trying to stitch our future to our past and refusing to acknowledge the rupture. But the rupture exists. And in the midst of this terrible despair, it offers us a chance to rethink the doomsday machine we have built for ourselves. Nothing could be worse than a return to normality.

Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew.  This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.

We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

2020 Holiday Blessings

 

 

Glitter Mittens on Jekyll Island

2020 begin well enough for me.  I spent New Year’s on Jekyll Island, Georgia, where I adopted an injured green sea turtle, "coota" in the Gullah language, named “Glitter Mittens,” at the Georgia Sea Turtle Center and rehab hospital.  Glitter Mittens had been severely injured by a boat in Savannah about 6 months before.  She had a skull fracture and one eye hanging out of the socket which had to be removed.  Staff didn’t think she would make it, but my girl is a fighter and by the time I came along, she was merrily swimming in her rehab pool and diving for food.  I was so looking forward to coming back for her “release party” which due to the virus I had to attend online on April 21.   I enjoy thinking of her swimming in the Atlantic, virus-free and wild.  Go Glitter Mittens!! For an inspiring video of her journey, click on the “Turtle News” link on in the upper right corner of this blog.

 

I had high hopes for 2020, as I am sure you did, too.  I left Jekyll Island and flew to Mexico which I spent January and February touring and visiting a variety of cities and friends.  I came home from Mexico feeling good having lost some weight and with fond memories of my time with friends there.  Now it seems so long ago when I could go into a cafĂ© and write, or have a meal with a friend, or go to church or a play or walk and hike with friends from Senior Rec or travel anywhere!  But just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, they did:  protests in Portland, which I supported when it was all about Black Lives Matter, turned into violence including a shooting death, a far cry from the nonviolent direct action I believe in.  And then people’s homes burned down and we couldn’t go outside at all because the air quality was so bad it was off the charts.  Enough already.

Mt. Rainier

I did manage to slip in visits to four national parks this summer – Olympic, North Cascades, Glacier and Mt. Rainier, where I camped and hiked and celebrated my 69th birthday with a good friend  We also did a variety of hikes around Mt. Hood this year.  I bought a new RED 2021 Prius, so I am ready to take off as soon I get my vaccine and the virus slows down.  It will, won’t it??   Help us, VG!  (Virgin of Guadalupe)  I would like to visit everyone I know and adopt another coota on Jekyll Island!

 

VG in the RED Prius

I am ending the year missing the old life, for sure, but feeling gratitude for all that I do have – my house and garden, good health, economic security, meaningful work in ministry, friends and community that care, my garden and all the beauty in nature.   

Wishing you and yours peace and health this holiday season and in the New Year.  

 Love and blessings, Connie

 

 

 

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