I never get up too early on a Sunday. But I asked my pastor for the opportunity to speak in front of the congregation on Labor Day weekend as part of IWJ's Labor in the Pulpits program, and that meant attending the early service on Sunday.
So, with my coffee in hand and my sermon carefully numbered and printed in hard copy, I walked to church.
I was nervous about giving the message I had prepared. My family was new to the parish - we had been there almost a year, which is not much in church time, and I don’t think most folks knew about my job. I’m guessing they saw me as a mother chasing around after my three small children; or the person that occasionally brings mini donuts for the coffee hour. This was a different kind of introduction to my life—my work, my personal story of being from a working class family, my faith, and how all of those things connect to worker justice.
I wasn’t sure how some folks would take it. I’ve done Labor in the Pulpits several times, and someone argues with me every year about the relevance of and value of unions. I knew that our church had business owners and managers in the pews, and the local school district superintendent, who had just negotiated a difficult contract with our teachers was also a member. I wasn’t sure if my message would ruffle feathers.
But after each service, I found myself surrounded by well wishers and union members from AFSCME, AFGE, the writers union and others. I even heard a few “Amens” called out during my message, not common practice for the reserved and often stoic worship of Episcopalians.
My goal was to put the “Labor” back in Labor Day at my Church. But there were other benefits too. I built a relationship with my pastor (who is a smart, hard working, lovely woman) and made personal and strong connections with several new people in the church. Sharing my story and work helped deepen my faith, affirm my passion for justice, and strengthen my community. It felt great.
Which is good, because I think I’m already booked for next Labor Day weekend!
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One of the joys of working at Interfaith Worker Justice is seeing the nurturing and development of new religious leaders who will go out and do God's work. Another joy is remembering those who spend their lives advocating for the fair treatment and respect of others.
One of those tireless champions was Rev. Emmett Jarrett, whodied in October at the age of 71. Father Emmett was an Episcopal priest who lived at St. Francis House in New London, Connecticut, an intentional Christian community. He had a long history of activism for the homeless and the anti-war movement, and lived a life of service to those around him.
I met Father Emmett several times through the Episcopal Urban Caucus, a group of Episcopal leaders that promotes progressive causes through the national church. I learned a lot in our short meetings - how to be kind and sincere to everyone around you; how to maintain a gentle spirit in often difficult times; and how to engage people in the Church in the work of justice.
I am grateful for his legacy and life, and the opportunity to learn from him. His fundamental belief that we should care for our neighbors is one that I, and all of us in the worker justice movement, will carry on with his memory.