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Sunday, July 21, 2024

Memorial for Maria Eitz RCWP

 https://www.mariaeitzmemorialsite.com/


Forever in Our Hearts

MARIA EITZ

 1941


2024

Honoring Maria Eitz

This site is a tribute to the beautiful life of Maria Eitz. She was a cherished wife, mother, and grandmother who will always be remembered with love and affection.

A Life Well-Lived

Our North Star, Maria M.Eitz, affectionately known as"Omi," passed away peacefully at 83 on July 16, 2024, at her home in San Francisco, California, surrounded by family.

 

Born on February 24, 1941, in Northern Germany, Maria was orphaned as a child in the middle of a war. This impactful experience led her to dedicate her life to helping children in war and become a champion of teachers, attending Teachers College in Flensburg, Germany, and then earning a Ph.D. in Developmental Child Psychology from the University of West Berlin. 

 

Maria immigrated to Sussex, U.K., working as a governess before relocating to the U.S. in the 1960s. She provided care for several families in Toledo, Ohio, before once again pursuing higher education at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she obtained a master’s degree in Spiritual Theology. Maria's passion for teaching philosophy, psychology, and theology brought her to California, where she taught students at Holy Names College in Oakland, as well as at Mercy High School, Archbishop Riordan High School, and St. Rose Academy in San Francisco, where she eventually settled.

 

Her notable accomplishments include reuniting children with their parents during the Cold War in Germany for the Allied powers, volunteering and organizing for Friends For All Children in Vietnam, organizing the Orphan Airlift at the Presidio in San Francisco, starting and continuing the first children's Therapeutic Respite Care Center in the nation for Talk Line, part of the San Francisco Child Abuse Center for 35 years, organizing a medical volunteer organization in Sudan and Somalia to assist victims of famine, being ordained as a Roman Catholic Woman Priest leading a congregation at Sophia in Trinity in San Francisco, and authoring five books: Dark Rice, Ten Days in Berlin, Desert Tales, Buffalo Carry Me Home, and Stone River Rain: Currents in a Single Flow. 

 

Her proudest accomplishment, however, was being her family's North Star. She brought together five individuals and patiently nurtured them into a beautiful family, showering them with love and support, imparting lessons of acceptance and peace, and consistently finding humor and light in the most challenging situations. Her love will live on through her husband, four children, eleven grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren, who survive her.

 

Maria will always be remembered for her kind, quiet, and thoughtful words, as well as her graceful, brave, and adventurous spirit. She loved San Francisco, was a staple of the Inner Sunset Community, and loved walking her dogs through Golden Gate Park, always saying hello to passing trees, animals, and people. She was an unwavering advocate for children, women, and social justice, and above all, she was a loving and constant presence in our lives. 

 

Memorial services will be held privately with family; however, a Celebration of Life is being planned for the Fall of 2024. Please check the Memorial Information section for details. 

 

In place of flowers, please consider donating to KQED Public Radio, Planned Parenthood, or Doctors Without Borders, USA in Maria Eitz's name.


Article on Women Priests by Christine Mayr-Lumetzberger RCWP

 https://womenpriests.org/vocation/lumetz-christine-mayr-lumetzberger-2/


This testimony is taken from Zur Priesterin berufen (“Called to be a Women Priest”), ed. by Ida Raming, Gertrud Jansen, Iris Müller and Mechtilde Neuendorff, Druck und Verlagshaus Thaur (Krumerweg 9, A-6065 Thaur, Austria) 1998, pp. 113-122. Translation by Mary Dittrich.

Joy in the Lord

I am the eldest daughter of believing parents and was born in Linz, Upper Austria, in 1956. Both my parents were over 30 when they married. My mother bore the stamp of Catholic youth groups, whereas my father was a so-called ‘son’ of the Kolping movement. For all the four children, Sunday Mass, early Communion and early Confession were a matter of course. My chief interest was in my grandfather’s duties as altar server, in his matter-of-course dealings with the “holy things”. I was neither frightened of priests nor respectful of them. Either I was indifferent to them, or I expected information on God and what that entails.

My entire schooling – fourteen years of it – was at the school run by the Holy Cross Sisters in Linz. I found the teaching of religion, and the life of my teachers and of some of the nuns, rather off putting. I found it off how they could misunderstand the Bible message which fascinated me. My child’s Bible. and the religious instruction I was later given, spoke an entirely different language. I was more convinced by honest personal struggle for true religious life.

I have forgotten most of the specific content of the religious education classes. But I do remember details, for instance the habit of a Benedictine, the careful teaching by a priest now married, a Jesuit who was later to take his own life, the honest prayers of a Holy Cross nun who had left the order, and the request for my blessing for a Holy Cross nun with whom I had quarrelled for years and who then contracted cancer and died.

After my primary school and the junior “Gymnasium” years, I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, and ended up doing that against my mother’s will. Mentally, I had left home at the age of about 14.

As far as possible I avoided my parents. The parish priest became for a while my wise confessor who understood how to approach my intellect. I ran a girls’ group, organised the liturgy, was elected to the parish council, and by the age of about 17 had a good position in the parish.

I have always compared vocation with a special talent: a musically-gifted person delights in music, and when she/he takes hold of an instrument and tries it out, she/he can draw agreeable tones, melodies from it. She/he enjoys making music and through it also gives pleasure to those around, even though she/he will have to practise hard from time to time. Through enthusiasm for music she/he can enthuse others to have a try at getting a response from an instrument, or st singing a song. Maybe “doing” will lead on to proficiency. I myself and not specially musical. I blow the hunting horn with more keenness than skill, but I’m not giving up. However, I do have a religious talent: “Joy in the Lord is my strength” (Ps 36,4) . Especially with priests I have tried to find understanding for my search. I have expected that they must surely understand me and my vocation. a number of confessors certainly helped for a time, but in the last resort they left me alone in all my decisions. In my youth important factors were surely, too, a stay in Taizé, Catholic youth weekends especially in the Premonstratensian Abbey at Schlägl, meetings with other seekers who, like me, had still not found all the answers.

Together with my siblings I loved playing at celebrating Mass. Using nail scissors we patiently cut hosts out of rice paper and put them in an egg cup. My brother always wanted to be a priest, but he knew only the words of the consecration by heart. Being a boy, he felt he should play the priest, but my sister and I knew the rest of the Mass texts by heart.

When I was about 14, I attended every possible religious service in the community. I wheedled my very unwilling brother into learning to be an altar boy which, being a girl was out of bounds for me. He was allowed to wear a cotta even though he still couldn’t serve. The parish priest noted my annoyance at my brother and let me serve a few times, but without the longed-for garment. A few years back I was determined to write to the Pope and ask for the ridiculous ban on girl altar servers to be lifted. Since I had no suitable address, the letter landed in my waste paper bin.

In the parish there was as far back as in the early 70s a liturgy group, in which I collaborated on the advice of the parish priest. At last I could stand at the altar, or at least at the ambo and “cooperate” in the Mass. At that period I did not yet dare to formulate the concrete wish to be a priest; for I had nobody to whom I could have expressed it. Life in an Order, liturgy, prayer in choir became the spiritual antipole of the parish activities. I wanted to buy a breviary, but had not idea of where and how. A devout friend of my aunt gave me the newly published student’s edition – I was a new woman! At once I sewed it a velvet cover with gold braid, and I read my breviary in the tram, in my lunch break, during school lessons and in bed. I made a beeline for nuns and priests, enquired into rules and convents and into chances of entering and leaving. A school mate of my aunt was prioress of the Benedictine convent in Steinerkirchen, which had been set up to afford pastoral help to the nuns in the parishes. That looked interesting to me.

On leaving school I entered the convent of the Benedictines of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. I was given the religious name of “Marie Christin” and chose “the All-holiest Trinity” as title of nobility. I hoped to have achieved my spiritual wishes. I took my training very seriously, served at table, put up with the lessons of the Mistress of Novices and of a stupid Spiritual Director, cleaned the chapel, learnt how to make a double genuflection while wearing my choir robe and handling the thurible, the incense vessel and the shoulder veil, and I loved and enjoyed the hours spent praying in choir. To me, convent life was an indispensable prelude on my way to the altar. The tasks of the nuns which tended towards sole parish leadership seemed to me to be interesting. After my postulate, two years of novitiate and profession I wanted to study theology in Salzburg. There was reference to obedience, and I had to go to the Academy in Linz to train as a teacher of religion. The training was good, but not the one I wanted. There ensued conflicts with the Superiors and certain experiences that prompted me to start a fresh on my search for God. (The search for God is the sole question put to someone who knocks at the door of a Benedictine monastery seeking to enter.)

After close on five years I left the convent at the end of my profession period, heavy hearted at again having failed to find what I sought, but richly endowed with spiritual discoveries. In my inner self I have remained a Benedictine, even though I have discarded the external habit. My profession, with its serious commitment to God, is still valid to me.

During the last year of my studies I was teaching religion in a special needs school. I became closely involved with Michael, my husband. I learnt to love him, moved in with him and married him after completing my studies. He was divorced from his first wife, and had four children. My “missio canonica” was withdrawn. To add to this difficult situation, Church people distanced themselves, there were conflicts with the Institution about possible jobs, desperately needed for economic reasons, and there was complete lack of understanding in the Catholic surroundings. And yet my marriage was certainly also an intentional act of solidarity with a man who, in Church terms, was a failure. Where was the Christian solidarity with me?

After some years of grieving I slowly began to cooperate in the parish again. a new parish priest did not make things easier. Professional competence and experience helped me, but they stayed a thorn in the flesh of the top authorities. About seven years ago I started to help with hospital pastoral work, again voluntarily. There for the first time, my experience with new people in new field of pastoral care was unequivocally good. Yes, the work suited me. I was accepted by patients and derived from it strength for myself. At the same time the longing increased to become a parish priest of a real small community. Since that time it is clear to me that my vocational wish is just to be a priest and parish priest. I can do it and that is what I want.

“Joy in the Lord” at Mass, in proclamation, in personal faith, hope and charity and in the loneliness that brings these I have felt all through my life. Until into my convent life I was unable to formulate as such my wish to be a priest. Work in a parish would have been enough. But the more a Church job receded, the greater the force of “I want it all”. In the services prepared by me, of course I preached. And I have attended a course on conducting liturgies (my registration was by chance, and I think that at the time there was no official commissioning of those joining, since that would have meant my exclusion.) And from time to time I have conducted liturgies in the community. To me it is quite natural when the nurses in the state hospital refer to me a as “the priest” and the patients expect me to dispense all the sacraments to them. And I had a tunic made so as to conduct the burial service of my mother-in-law. As the years pass, priestly behaviour becomes increasingly a matter of course, and more and more a part of myself. From time to time I wonder if I am allowed to do all this; usually the questions and requests of people make a reply superfluous.

In all these years I have always been dreadfully sad when confreres have relinquished their duties in order to marry. How could they give away something that was out of my reach?

For some years I have gone hunting, and so I am often in the company of men who are none too keen on the Church. Somehow many of them have got wind that I, a woman, am “something like a parish priest.” Often I hold catechesis sessions at an inn table. An interesting cogitation by the hunters was, one day,whether my blessing was as good as one by a parish priest. They decided on “yes”, because I, too, have a “vestment”. That being so, they asked me to preach at their St Hubert’s Day Mass. In my experience “ordinary believers” accept priestly behaviour and the wish for ordination much more easily than so-called professional Catholics, especially priests.

In particular while I was in the convent, I dared not voice my wish for ordination, because the serving role of woman was clearly defined. An urge to serve as a priest at the altar was felt to be presumptuous and fitting humility was invoked.

At regular intervals I also wonder whether the urge for ordination is not a product of my arrogance. Must I really stand in the front row? And sometimes the temptation to laziness crops up too: do I need all that? Hasn’t “Mother” Church already caused me enough suffering; injuries, disappointments? After all these years, it might be time to retreat into private life without church, community, Sunday duties. And anyway, in present circumstances there isn’t the faintest chance of my getting Church employment or some office. My ecclesial teaching ban is still extant, and it will not be lifted. Certainly, were I to get divorced the facade would be fine, and then in the eyes of the Church I would one more be “clean”.

After losing my teaching authorisation I was jobless for ten years. There was no appointment within the Church, and I stood not a chance as a state kindergarten teacher. By a stroke of luck(?), however, about six years ago when I was already 35, I got a pretty good job training kindergarten teachers. At the same time there was a reform of higher studies, so I could train belatedly, as a secondary school teacher. Now I teach in the special needs school, and I have registered to train others, because there is such a demand in this field. However, in these last few years the wish to be a priest has steadily strengthened.

Many years ago my fellow nuns inscribed “Beloved by God” on my profession candle, because I was always talking of that. Many a “chance happening” I have not understood. But afterwards invariably a knot has untied and it has become clear that nothing is meaningless. Thanks to my pretty good state job I don’t depend on the Church for employment. I do work – voluntarily – in various church spheres. Nobody can forbid it. The Bishop knows of my activities, but can’t discipline me – how could he? Slowly I am beginning to understand this freedom.

Precisely as regards the ordination of women, this freedom is of the greatest importance. If a community, a group, “two or three” should ask me to celebrate a Eucharist with them, I shall do that. I have talked to women who already do this. They and I are empowered to do so by baptism and confirmation, that is, through the gifts of the Holy Spirit. I’m aware that this is forbidden by Church law, and can draw down ecclesial punishment. But what can separate me from the love of Christ? (Rom.8,35,39) These words of Paul have encouraged me. I was able to talk to women employed by the Church. They put their hopes in women like me, who need not fear for their livelihoods if they do what the Lord has instructed us to do – celebrate his memory.

By now I am 40, and for 25 years I have fought for my dream of being a women priest. I have hoped so very much that the time after the Second Vatican Council would remain a time of awakening and renewal. I was so happy to be young just then. I rejoiced in the renewal of the liturgy, and was full of hope that things would continue. John Paul ll was elected Pope while I was a nun, and almost from that very day the forward surge was halted; and since then it has been in continual retreat. I left a convent that was different from the one I had entered.

I am afraid that my time will run out before the Church again moves ahead. Admittedly, I’ve felt the surge in myself and in many another person, but shall I live long enough? I don’t want to stand at the altar as an ancient woman and preach to people to whom the Gospel is already entirely strange and uninteresting about a Church which administers the testament of Jesus. I’d like to talk about a Jesus the children learnt about from their parents. I fear my generation is the last one to invest so much energy in the Church. I have already used up so much strength. I fear I shan’t hold out until a brotherly-sisterly Church develops in which I can partake in ordained ministry.

Whatever happens, I shall register for the 1996 winter semester at the Theological University and try to get through academic studies side by side with my job. I wouldn’t like my admission to ordination to fail for lack of study.

These are my visions of the Church of the future:

  1. In a brotherly-sisterly Church it will be immaterial whether I am male or female. It will be important whether I am seeking God and want to proclaim his message.
  2. Male bishops experience a conversion of heart; the “Holy Ruach” (ie Holy Spirit) is come on them in a new Pentecost. They have an entirely fresh understanding of Jesus’ message, and understand the needs of humanity. Unnecessary burdens will be lifted from the shoulders of the struggling and burdened. Failure is in the Church of Jesus Christ a matter for the mercy of God, and no longer for human (in)justice.
  3. Conflicts will be resolved in the spirit of Jesus. Efforts towards mutual love will be accompanied by experienced spiritual guides.
  4. Conversion and a new beginning are a splendid holy opportunity.
  5. Priestly men and women will no longer be forced to lead celibate lives. They will choose freely how they wish to live. Nobody is forced any longer to wear some kind of mask.
  6. Holders of ecclesial office do not need to use force. They have authority because they are competent. The Magisterium is soaked in wisdom, not in schoolmasterly sophistry.
  7. Priestly persons will be chosen by their lifestyle. In each community there are several priests, men and women, as happens to be necessary and possible. They are well trained theologically and adept in practice, but not enforcedly academic. Most of them have another calling and a family, hold their “surgery” in the evening and live with the people to whom they are administering spiritually. They take turns in presiding at the liturgies in their parish churches, and usually they celebrate the Eucharist in reasonably sized groups. They know the people they as priests care for, know their problems and visit the sick. The priests accompany the group leaders and voluntary workers. They have learnt to delegate, and can rejoice without jealousy at the success of others.

I myself would like to work in a small community. a residential district, a hospital or chaplaincy within boundaries. I would not like to be worn down as a church multifunctionary because apparently everything must be subordinate to the priest. Ordination is no substitute for competence. There must surely be people who are more suited to administration and organisation than to the priesthood.

I would like to be on the way to God with people, celebrate the sacraments with them, clarify life questions with them as a sister, because I know that just like them I need the love, mercy and forgiveness of God. I know that I am loved, called, chosen by god, but also marooned. Again and again I have to search for myself too, for access to the mysteries; for to have found them simultaneously means to have lost them. I want to be a priest in my precise situation, for those I love who are given and entrusted to me, for my specific time with its questions and problems. I wouldn’t wish to fight for the Church a century ahead, because I am living now. I want to use the time I have, not chase after phantoms.

I have written this despite strong inner resistance and having to prevail on myself. I am giving away so much about myself and the mystery. But I know it is necessary to discuss the ordination of women, and that real women with an honest story must stand behind that. And that is how I would like my story to be understood.

Benedictines always close their written work with a quotation from the order’s Rule: “ut in omnibus glorificetur Deus” – that God be glorified in everything!


Christine Mayr-Lumetzberger
– 1997

Note by webmaster. Further developments:

  • On 29 June 2002 Christine, with six other women, had herself ordained priest by Bischop Romulo Braschi of the ‘Catholic-Apostolic Charismatic Church of Christ the King’. 
    Read the full report here.
  • On 21 December 2002 the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith at Rome excommunicated all seven women. 
    Read the text of Rome’s Decree here.
  • On 27 June 2003, Christine confirmed that she herself and Gisela Forster, one of the other seven women, had been ordained bishops “during the first six months of 2003 – in secret”. The name of the ordaining bishop is not known. Through this act Christine risks putting herself in open schism with the Catholic Church, though that may not be her intention.

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Liturgy Celebrating Mary Magdalene: Magdalene Rising Summit - Presiders: Bridget Mary Meehan and Mary Theresa Streck, July 23, 2024, 12:45PM-1:45PM EDT

 


Theme: We should clothe ourselves with the perfect Human, acquire it for ourselves as he commanded us, and announce the Good News. 

(Gospel of Mary 10:11-13)



Welcome:

A warm welcome to our Liturgy celebrating Magdalene Rising. You are invited to participate in the prayers and homily and to share Communion. All you will need is bread, wine or juice. Our Eucharistic feast at the Table of Boundless love and kinship is open to all. 


Presider 1:  We gather in celebration of Mary of Magdala and countless other women who came before us – our foremothers in faith -- whose too often forgotten stories instruct and inspire us.


We gather in solidarity with women throughout the world, whose demands for justice and inclusion call us to conversion.


We gather in hope for our church, that - with our help - it might become a place of radical inclusion and justice, and equality without qualification.



Gathering Song: Women of the Church by Carey Landry


https://youtu.be/Q-H1vOQDFEc?si=Uu8yU9aNaotPxlB8


Refrain

Women of the Church, how rich is your legacy!

Women of the Church, how great is your faith!

Women of the Church, wellsprings of integrity,

Lead us in the ways of Peace!

 

1. Women at the foot of the Cross,

Fearless and truly faithful friends,

First ones to see the Risen One of Life

And the first to tell good news.


2. Companions and disciples of Jesus,

chosen and called by name,

witnesses of wisdom, weavers of the Word,

lead us in the ways of Truth!


3. Living signs of service and strength,

hands of healing, hearts of love,

women of vision, voices for the voiceless,

lead us in the ways of Hope.


4. Women of compassion and care,

bearers of God’s life-giving light,

centered in prayer while working for justice,

lead us in the ways of Peace!


5. Women martyred in our time,

Laid down their lives for the poor, 

Moments of courage, who stood with those oppressed, 

Help us all to walk your path.  


© 2005, 2010, 2011, Carey Landry. Published by OCP. All rights reserved.


Opening Prayer


Presider 2:  Like Mary Magdalene, we rejoice that our spiritual power to live the Gospel is rooted in the presence of Spirit within each and all of us. Like Mary Magdalene, we rejoice that our oneness with Christ frees us from rules, projections and expectations that limit our ability be a radiant reflection of the Holy One’s love and compassion. Like Mary, our call is to walk with Christ and to love as Christ. All: Amen


Communal Transformation Rite


Presider 1: We pause now to remember the times we have let false messages about our unworthiness cloud our vision of the infinite depth of love within us.  Now imagine the imperfections, chaos and messes of your life illuminated by a love within you that is healing and transforming you as you evolve and grow in awareness of your divinity and humanity.


(Pause briefly. Then extend arm over your heart)


Presider 1: Let us pray: I love you, I forgive you, I am sorry, I thank you.


LITURGY OF THE WORD


First Reading: “Mary Magdalene did not look away” by Cameron Bellm


Mary Magdalene did not look away, did not flee.

She stayed and she wept

And she fixed her gaze on the cross, on the tomb.

And because she did not look away,

Jesus, who told stories, became her story, too.

And because she did not look away, she heard him

When he said that the story hadn’t ended, 

That despite a terribly tragic turn, 

The story was really only just beginning.

His story was her story, and her story is our story—

A story of abiding, a story of prophetic witness,

A story of love unfathomably deep.

When we carry spices for anointing,

When we carry wine for celebration,

When we bear witness to love,

May we lift our voices, as she lifted hers—

Tell our story, tell her story, tell his story—

May we say, too, “We have seen the Lord.”

These are the inspired words of Cameron Bellm and we affirm them with, Amen.


Alleluia (Eightfold) – Jan Phillips 

https://youtu.be/IC4nbwmQDVw


Gospel: A reading from the Gospel Mary



Then Mary arose, embraced them all, and began to speak to her brothers: 

 “Do not remain in sorrow and doubt, for his Grace will guide you and comfort you. 

 Instead, let us praise his greatness, for he has prepared us for this. 

He is calling upon us to become fully human .

Thus Mary turned their hearts toward the Good, and they began to discuss the meaning of the Teacher’s words.

 ( vs 13-20)



 Then Mary wept,  and answered him: 

“My brother Peter, what can you be thinking? 


Do you believe that this is just my own imagination,  that I invented this vision?

 Or do you believe that I would lie about our Teacher?” 

At this, Levi spoke up: “Peter, you have always been hot-tempered, and now we see you repudiating a woman,vjust as our adversaries do.  

Yet if the Teacher held her worthy,  who are you to reject her?

  Surely the Teacher knew her very well, for he loved her more than us. 

 Therefore let us atone, and become fully human  so that the Teacher can take root in us. 

 Let us grow as he demanded of us, and walk forth to spread the gospel, without trying to lay down any rules and laws other than those he witnessed.”

(The Gospel of Mary Magdalene translated by  Jean-Yves Leloup, section 1 vs. 13-20, section 2: 4-21)




These are the inspired words of the Gospel of Mary, and we affirm them with, Amen.



Homily: Bridget Mary Meehan


Community Sharing: What did you hear in our liturgy today?


Communal Statement of Faith


Presider 2: Let us pray together our Statement of Faith


We believe in one God, a divine mystery beyond all definition and rational understanding, the heart of all that has ever existed, that exists now, or that ever will exist. 

We believe in Jesus, messenger of God's Word, bringer of God's healing, heart of God's compassion, bright star in the firmament of God's prophets, mystics, and saints. 

We believe that we are called to follow Jesus as a vehicle of God's love, a source of God's wisdom and truth, and an instrument of God's peace in the world.

We believe that God's kin-dom is here and now, stretched out all around us for those with eyes to see it, hearts to receive it, and hands to make it happen.


Prayers of the Community


Presider 1: As we prepare for the sacred meal, we bring to the table our prayers and intentions.  Please voice your intentions beginning with the words, “I bring to the table…..” 

 

We pray for these and all unspoken intentions in our hearts. Amen. 


LITURGY OF THE EUCHARIST


Preparation Of The Gifts


Presider 1:  Blessed are You, Holy One, through Your divine providence we have this bread, to share, the Bread of Life. 


All: Blessed are You, Holy One, forever.  


Presider 2:  Blessed are You, O Loving One through Your divine providence we have this wine to share, our spiritual drink. 


All: Blessed are, You, Holy One, forever.


Presider 1: Nurturing One, we are united in this sacrament by the love of Christ, whose presence we are as we proclaim the liberating power of your Spirit Sophia, in our humanity and divinity, calling us to build the unity of Love in a more compassionate and just world.  All:  Amen

Eucharistic Prayer


Presider 2: Your Spirit is rising up in all who work for humanity’s healing and well-being. With thankful hearts, in the company of all holy women and men, your liberating Spirit rises up within us, works through us and we sing:


Holy, Holy, Holy (adapted from Holy, Holy, Holy by Karen Drucker)

https://youtu.be/kl7vmiZ1YuI?si=B9nrtbaddQSzooLU


We are Holy, Holy, Holy…3x , You are Holy, Holy, Holy, I am Holy, Holy, Holy, We are Holy, Holy, Holy


Presider 1: O Heart of Love, Your Spirit moved through Mary of Magdala as she taught us that we are unified and undivided in continuous communion with you.  Your Spirit moves through our humanity and our divinity. Your Spirit moves through the love within us, expanding out in widening circles to embrace all people and creation in our evolving universe.

 Please extend Your hands in blessing.


Presider 2:  Pour out Your Spirit Sophia anew upon this bread and wine and upon us as we become more deeply the Christ Presence in our world.


Presider 1: On the night before he died, Jesus came to table with his family and the women and men he loved. Jesus took bread blessed and broke it, saying, 


“Take, eat, this is my body. Do this in memory of me.”                         


(pause)


Presider 2: After supper, Jesus poured a cup of wine and shared it with his friends, saying,


“This is the cup of the covenant of my love. As often as You drink of it, remember me.”


Presider 1:  Let us proclaim the mystery of faith:

All: Christ has died in all those who have passed away. 

Christ is rising in all those working for the well-being of humanity.

Christ comes each day in our prayers and actions for a renewed world with justice and equality for all.


Presider 2:  Embracing Presence, we remember all the companions who have gone before us:  Mary, Mother of Jesus, Mary of Magdala, and all holy women and men who are rising up in loving service to heal our world.  We pause now to remember our personal communion of saints. 


(pause)


(Presiders hold bread and wine)


Presider 1:  We pray for all of us gathered here and like Jesus, we open ourselves up to your Spirit, for it is through living as he lived that we awaken to your Spirit within, 

moving us to glorify you, at this time and all ways.

Amen. 


Presider 2: Let us pray as Jesus taught us:


Holy One, you are within, around and among us.  

We celebrate your many names. 

Your wisdom come; your will be done, 

unfolding from the depths within us. 

Each day you give us all that we need. 

You remind us of our limits and we let go. 

You support us in our power, and we act with courage. 

For you are the dwelling place within us, 

the empowerment around us, 

and the celebration among us,  

now and forever, Amen.  

                                Adapted by Miriam Therese Winter 


Sign of Peace


Presider 1: Let us offer each other a sign of peace. Namaste, Namaste, Namaste


Communion


Presider 1: Please join in praying the Litany for the Breaking of the Bread All:

All: Holy One, You call us to speak truth to power; we will do so.

Holy One, You call us to live the Gospel of healing and justice; we will do so. Holy One, You call us to be Your presence in the world; we will do so.


Presider 2:  This is the bread of life and the cup of blessing. Blessed are we who are called to Christ’s table.  


All:  We are the Body of Christ for the world.                         


Presider 1: Pease receive/share Eucharist now.


Communion Song: I am willing by Holly Near, video by Donna Panaro, ARCWP

https://youtu.be/6YqHxm7l5Ew?si=I204BfToJi8LMh1Y


Prayer After Communion


Presider 2: O Divine Love, your transforming energy is within us and just as you called Mary Magdalene, you also call us to go forth and to share the good news  rising up within us.  May Mary Magdalene, Tower of Strength, accompany us on our journey to live the fullness of our humanity and divinity in every moment of our lives. May we- like Mary- radiate the joy and peace of the Beloved One everywhere we go!


Concluding Rite


Presider 1: Please extend Your hands as we pray our final blessing.


May our lives radiate the love of the Holy One. 

May we live justice and equality in our church and world.  

May Mary of Magdala be our model of courage and faithful service.  

May we be a blessing in our time. Amen.



Presider 2: We go forth in the spirit of Mary Magdalene, first apostle, to live the Christianity we have not tried yet.

We rejoice that Love is within us.

We celebrate Love outside of us.

We go forth, called to action, to move mountains!


Closing Song


 Woman Spirit by Karen Drucker, video by Mary Theresa Streck and Juanita Cordero

https://youtu.be/YT4S7aNHzQA 




Liturgy prepared by Rev. Dr. Bridget Mary Meehan, ARCWP, and Rev. Dr. Mary Theresa Streck, ARCWP


Association of Roman Catholic Women Priests: https://arcwp.org