“All my life I had waited for an inspiration, a manifestation of God, some kind of a transcendent, magic experience that could show me my place in the universe. This experience I made with my first compost.” — Bette Midler, when she was crowned the “Queen of Compost” in Germany in 1994
In honor of the spring equinox, let me share with you a wonderful sermon entitled, “The Gospel of Compost” by Holly Anne Lux-Sullivan, finalist in the CUUPS podcast sermon contest in 2011. Holly shares her naturalistic and pagan perspective on life and death, and the messiness of both, using compost as a metaphor.
Here’s is an excerpt:
“The Gospel of Compost” by Holly Anne Lux-Sullivan
Give me your moldy, your stale, your sprouting potatoes. Bring me that wilted, pitiful bag of salad you really meant to eat this time. Bring me your bananas too brown and mushy even to make bread with. Bring me your grass clippings and fallen leaves. Give me the wretched refuse of your teeming refrigerator, yearning to rot free. Give me these, and we will make life itself.
I love compost. I love the smell of it, the feel of it, the turning of it, the piling up of yucky stuff to make something beautiful. The first time I ate lettuce I had planted, watered, and fed with compost, I felt like Mother Nature her own self. The miracle of compost is the miracle of life from death, of life and death co-existing — more than coexisting — needing each other. It is science and religion wrapped into one big dirty rich-smelling pile of formerly rotting food and yard scraps.
So my conversion tale is exactly that: the story of one woman’s journey off the couch, and into wholeness, holiness, and straight up dirtiness. …