We called the evening “Coal River Revival” and it was to be the last show of our season. Why? We don’t spend August on a white sand beach. We wanted to experience a sum up of our year of Mountaintop Removal (MTR) resistance, and do this with a congregation that has been pushing back at the exploding mountains for decades.
So for last Saturday’s worship – Charleston W. Va. was our destination. It defined how far we’ve come in our intentional community this year, in our choices, our impact - and our haunted exhaustion. The history-making crime of MTR has changed our world all the way from the boroughs of New York, where we consume the power that the martyred mountains provide. Now, a couple days later - Charleston rings in us like the memory of a mesmerizing opera.
We especially remember the interactive mountain rituals. The one that changed the course of the evening was the calling out of the 500 names of the missing mountains. That when we raised the lights on the hundreds of Appalachians in the room, staring at that list of names in their hands and recognizing the folks next them who were also shouting mountains – oh that’s our neighbors on another side of the same mountain! The cry of the mountain names rose in the room like a fast climb with friends.
Coming from 600 miles away we could play host to a gathering of lots of mountain activists who might not mix much. Everyone from 90 year old West Virginian eco-legend Ken Hechler to Climate Ground Zero to Rainforest Action Network to the Love Art Lab to Appalachia Watch to Pennies of Promise (the project to save Marsh Fork Elementary School from a 3 million gallon lake of coal waste). All these citizens of different styles and strategies clapped their hands with us, and with one another. At the end of two hours, they gave us a wonderful ovation, and we gave ...
So for last Saturday’s worship – Charleston W. Va. was our destination. It defined how far we’ve come in our intentional community this year, in our choices, our impact - and our haunted exhaustion. The history-making crime of MTR has changed our world all the way from the boroughs of New York, where we consume the power that the martyred mountains provide. Now, a couple days later - Charleston rings in us like the memory of a mesmerizing opera.
We especially remember the interactive mountain rituals. The one that changed the course of the evening was the calling out of the 500 names of the missing mountains. That when we raised the lights on the hundreds of Appalachians in the room, staring at that list of names in their hands and recognizing the folks next them who were also shouting mountains – oh that’s our neighbors on another side of the same mountain! The cry of the mountain names rose in the room like a fast climb with friends.
Coming from 600 miles away we could play host to a gathering of lots of mountain activists who might not mix much. Everyone from 90 year old West Virginian eco-legend Ken Hechler to Climate Ground Zero to Rainforest Action Network to the Love Art Lab to Appalachia Watch to Pennies of Promise (the project to save Marsh Fork Elementary School from a 3 million gallon lake of coal waste). All these citizens of different styles and strategies clapped their hands with us, and with one another. At the end of two hours, they gave us a wonderful ovation, and we gave ...
