My daughter in a course reflecting on how liturgies might respond to climate change. Confessing to houseplants might seem sillyβ but what about glaciers, whales, the Amazon, Monarch butterflies, the π β which rarely figure in our confession of what we have done and failed to do.
Today in chapel, we confessed to plants. Together, we held our grief, joy, regret, hope, guilt and sorrow in prayer; offering them to the beings who sustain us but whose gift we too often fail to honor.
What do you confess to the plants in your life?
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Sep 18, 2019 Β· 2:52 PM UTC
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