1992 was a pivotal year in my personal spiritual journey. Historically, it was the commemoration of the landing in the Americas of Columbus and his three ships, which had devastating results to our Native American way of relating to the natural world. Politically, it was the year of the first international meeting on the environment. Religiously, The World Council of Churches declared justice, peace, and the integrity of creation as the new Trinity for Christians. It was the year I discovered that while my spiritual grounding is in Christianity, the traditional church teachings no longer seemed relevant to my experience. Anglican Bishop John Shelby Spong calls people like me, Exiles. Perhaps some of you can resonate with that term. Exiles. It means that the traditional faith we learned as children makes little sense to our adult lives.
We know there is no separate Grandfather Almighty God out there watching over us. We know that good and bad things happen, and we reject the idea that God somehow intervenes with good for some and bad for others. Yet we still are unwilling to abandon the teachings of Jesus. Especially those that speak about how the realm of god is all around us if we just use our eyes and ears and look and listen. Or the teaching that we should love our enemies. So I began a long and varied journey. I began to create ways for other religious Exiles like me to return to their ancestral roots, whether Native American, African, or European (Celtic) and listen to the natural world for a revelation of the nature of the Creator, and even of the Christ. I studied feminist theology. And I discovered the work of the Jesus Seminar, which is a group of scholars that is determining who Jesus was, and what he may have actually said, and how the early followers of Jesus began to define themselves and interpret what they remembered about him. And I ventured into new millennium physics, where I learned that the very nature of the universe is Relationship, even Communion.