Winning Sermon for 2007 Unitarian Universalist Current Issues Sermon Award
at Starr King School for the Ministry
by Alexandra McGee
responding to the essay “Why ‘Unitarian Universalism’ is Dying” by David Loehr
 
 

 
 
Ruined for Life
 
I once joined a program which promised to ruin me for life. 
 
When I was 21 and graduating from college, I wanted to make a difference for people who didn’t have very much.  This led me to the Jesuit Volunteer Corps.  I was assigned to work at a homeless shelter in Des Moines, Iowa, and I shared a house with four other volunteers in an inner city neighborhood.  We were paid a simple stipend.  Now, some people think that Des Moines doesn’t have an inner city.  But, we were awakened in the
night by the sound of gunshots when drug deals went bad.  It was a chilling experience and I wish no one had to endure that.  One of my housemates worked with farmers and saw the daily reality of losing livelihoods to multi-national agricultural corporations.  I wish no one had to endure that, either.  To keep from being overcome with despair, we reflected on social justice, spirituality, community and simplicity during the retreats given by the Jesuit Volunteer staff.  They began the year with a retreat called “Orientation” and ended with a retreat called … “Dis-orientation.”  I tell you all this because the motto of the program was … “to be Ruined for Life.”  I still wonder how my parents felt about sending me off after college for a program which promised to ruin me for life.
 
The Jesuits wanted to ruin any of our assumptions that enough money could make a good life; to ruin our notions that anyone who worked hard enough would have housing and food and healthcare; and to ruin any notions that racism was a thing of the past.  They wanted us to be ruined in the same way that Gandhi was ruined from wearing British clothes and living a middle-class Indian life as a lawyer.  The same way that Adin Ballou, Universalist minister in the 1800’s, gave up private income for communal life in Hopedale community.  The same way that the late Senator Paul Wellstone gave up the comfort of a tenured job to risk running for office when his friends said he had no chance as an unknown Jewish labor-union supporter in Minnesota.
 
Perhaps you have had times in your life where your assumptions were shattered.  Where you realized that society just wasn’t working the way you thought.  That the church wasn’t what you had hoped.  That your intimate relationships weren’t what you had counted on.  Sometimes we come up against the hard knowledge that our privilege is dwindling, or against the unnerving realization that our privilege is increasing. As we age, as society changes, as we move from place to place, this complex life unfolds our layers of awareness.  The question is, how do we live with that new awareness in a way that continues to grow our soul and grow the souls of others around us?
 
Today, I would like to ask whether Unitarian Universalism is ready to be ruined for life.  What is it willing to give up in order to serve deeply?  What faith and commitment will help it hold course?
 
Davidson Loehr, minister of First UU Church of Austin, Texas, has said that Unitarian Universalism is dying because it has no salvation story.   After I read his article that was in the Journal of Liberal Religion last year, I have been testing his theory.  I look around at my UU seminary.  I listen as I sit in the pew on Sunday mornings.  I read the UU World magazine.  Do we have a salvation story?
 
What is a salvation story, anyway?  Loehr says it is:  that thing which answers our despair; that thing which fills our deep yearning; that thing which calls us to serve the world.
 
I believe that if we live without a salvation story, we risk having no footing when we face crisis. We risk living shallow lives.  We risk being self-serving while we fool ourselves --- and each other --- into thinking that we are serving the world.
 
Some religious groups offer their members a salvation story.  I don’t think Unitarian Universalism does.  It makes space for each person to each know one’s own salvation story and live by it.  Some people get that salvation story from Christianity, some from Buddhism, some from the Seven Principles, some from other sources.  Some never find a salvation story.  I think that’s a problem. 
 
Each of us needs to know the source of our faith and plumb its depths.  We need personal spiritual disciplines that fasten us to the Divine.  A prayer life.  A meditation practice.  I’m not talking about a relaxation session, or a feel-good boost.  I’m talking about a daily, honest, examination of our actions and intentions.  Sitting still and staying for the whole show of our confusion and sanity.  I’m talking about keeping the phone line to God open…---well, these days, I should say, the wireless internet connection to God.  If we don’t, then we are too susceptible to worshipping our ideas.  The UUA acknowledges that we draw from many sources.  Whichever you choose:  read its poetry, let it guide your ethics, know your place in its unfolding history.
 
All of that prayer and meditation may sound pretty solitary.  Here is where community comes in. 
 
Consider the example of the Buddhist Triple Gem:  Buddha, Dharma, Sangha: the teacher, the teaching, and each other.  That means that community is one third of the deal.  The sangha.  That’s the other monks.  The group that is committed to the spiritual path. That means when you join the Wednesday evening meditation group at the UU Fellowship, that you really do keep coming, not just for yourself, but to help others.  That means we may need to be asking each other, “How was your prayer life this week?”  That means that when our spouses, partners and housemates tell us that they want to start a daily prayer practice, that we say, “Great. Which space shall we set aside?”
 
Community is not only supportive for the spiritual journey.  It is also supportive during the hard knocks of life.  I have seen UU congregations provide great logistical and social support to people who were ill and dying.  I have heard many people say that the congregation helped them get through a troubled transition by bringing food, cards, and understanding.
 
Okay, so UUism can be a supportive community for us to pursue our spiritual path and a logistical help during hard times.  But what in our UU experience gets us through despair?  What allows us to cross the river of suffering, instead of sinking?  What allows us to live with the broken and hurting parts of ourselves?  And yes, the hurtful parts of ourselves?  It is true that we as humans do hurt each other.  What balm will help us?  What tenderness will help us to look honestly at our shortcomings --- at the damage we do? 
 
I was raised in the Presbyterian Church, and each Sunday morning, during the Order of Service, the Confession of Sins was right there near the beginning, with a silent time to think back over the week about what we did and what we failed to do.  I miss that.  I agree with Davidson Loehr that a religion must address the fact that we humans have a capacity for evil. 
 
I think UUism often overlooks and sidesteps facing this hard truth of our own capacity for evil.  But, I have seen a few ways that we do face it. 
 
I have seen UU groups do this by making space for telling.  I have heard, during Joys and Concerns, a woman share about her son going to prison for being an accomplice to rape.  I have read articles in the UU World about our group complicity in social evils such as the slave conditions under which coffee and chocolate are grown.  I myself have spoken about my great-grandfather’s slave plantation, and I was able to do this because I found the safe space in a class at Starr King School for the Ministry.
 
In addition to making these safe spaces for speaking, UUism helps heal our brokenness by making safe space for telling things that are not welcome elsewhere, perhaps because other people consider them evil.  A gay couple’s court battle for custody of their child.  A woman’s regret about her abortion.  A Sikh man’s spiritual journey.  I am grateful that UUism can be a haven for people who have to make themselves invisible elsewhere.  And yet, I think we can go further than we do now, and welcome more voices.  To be a place where military families welcome home their children.  To be a place where people who think abortion is wrong can talk about it.  To be a place that people who voted for Bush are not closeted.  To talk about the legal and illegal drugs wreaking havoc in our homes and businesses.  So that silence does not create more brokenness.
 
There is an animated movie called “Brother Bear” about an Inuit boy named Kenai.    In the beginning, he is given a totem to live by and told that he can be welcomed to manhood once he learns to live by it.  But, Kenai’s brother is killed by a bear.  So Kenai kills the bear in revenge.  The Great Spirits decide to teach him a lesson:   they turn him into a bear.  He learns to eat berries, learns to avoid traps, and realizes that other bears are afraid of humans.  He gets to walk in someone else’s paws for a while.  He befriends a young bear named Koda.  They journey together to find the gathering of bears at the annual salmon run at the river by the mountain.  They cross glaciers, sleep on outcroppings, talk to moose, and even ride on mammoths.  Well, it turns out that Koda is an orphan.  And guess who killed his mother?  Kenai.  When he realizes this truth, he is so horrified that he runs away from Koda.  Any of you that have ever realized that you have hurt someone deeply can relate to how he felt.  But, he summons the strength to tell Koda.  My question for each of us is:  where do we get the strength to tell such things?  How do we learn to be grounded enough to speak the painful truth? When we can name that Source, then I think we are naming our salvation story.  And we get in touch with that by knowing a religious tradition and practicing it in community.
 
WHY NOT END HERE?  WHAT IS THE BENEFIT OF CONTINUING?
At the end of the story of Koda and Kenai, the Great Spirits give Kenai a choice:  whether to return to human form or remain a bear.  Hmmm.  Imagine.  After you have walked in someone else’s shoes ---or paws --- for a while, do you want to climb back into yours?  Once you have bonded with new friends, how do you combine that life with your old one? Kenai looks at young Koda and and says, “He needs me.”  Kenai chooses to remain a bear.  Would you say that he ruined his life?  I would say he allowed himself to be changed for right relationship.  The human tribe gives him a coming-of-age ceremony in which bears and humans are circled together.
 
Davidson Loehr is concerned that the current UU salvation story is based on cultural liberalism’s habit of feeling good about helping victims.  He is right to warn against such narrow vision.  We make a mistake when we see the world divided into haves and have nots, into the people who oppress and the people who are oppressed, into the helpers and the victims, the killers and the orphans, the humans and the bears.  But I believe that we are up to the complex task of speaking the truth about what we see from our point in the journey right now --- and the more complex task of listening.
 
At Starr King School this spring, we are having a course which examines the Unitarian Universalist Association’s attempt since 1997 to be on a “Journey Toward Wholeness”  of being authentically anti-racist and anti-oppressive.  From what I hear, this has not been easy.  From what I see, it is easier to look the other way.  And yet, this is the type of moment when we are called to Faith in something greater than ourselves, called to Commitment to community.  This is the type of moment when we are called to listen, to feel the regret, the betrayal, and the acceptance of what can not be undone.  But, perhaps, then, we can be like Kenai, and be open when the Great Spirits give us a choice.  We can allow ourselves to be changed for right relationship.  If we do not listen to a Higher Power as well as listening to each other, then we will be just as irrelevant as Davidson Loehr claims we are. 
 
In summary, let us not blend the world’s religions, but practice a spiritual discipline deeply and share it.  Let us not try to simply serve victims, but steward our power to serve a thriving world.  Let us not turn away from evil, but practice facing it.
 
I asked earlier is Unitarian Universalism is ready to be ruined for life.  What is it willing to give up in order to serve deeply?  We can give up comfort and attachment to the way things are.  What faith and commitment will help it hold course?  Faith in something greater than ourselves and commitment to community.  If Unitarian Universalism is dying, perhaps what it needs is the faith and commitment to be ruined for life.  Perhaps that is what will save it.
 
Amen.

Sermon
“When Life Isn’t Linear”
by Alex McGee
August 24, 2014 for Thomas Jefferson Memorial Church Unitarian Universalist
This sermon was written fourteen days after the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri.
 
We wish it weren’t so, don’t we? 
We wish it weren’t so that an 18 year old black man was shot by a white police officer. 
It must just be an isolated incident, right?
 
So, it is very inconvenient when people list other young black men who have been killed in the last few years: 
Eric Garner, John Crawford, Ezell Ford, Dante Parker, Jordan Davis, Kendrick Johnson,
Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant, Abner Louimas, Sean Bell, Amadou Diallos.
There are so many more.
And, depending on how far back you want to trace history, we could mention Emmet Till.  Is it the same? 
 
It would be easier not to hear these names.  Couldn’t we just hear numbers?  But, apparently the numbers aren’t actually available, because statistics are not kept by police departments.
 
I have heard so many opinions and feelings in the last week.  Strong talk.  Strong emotions.  And questions. 
So   many    questions.
 
I have heard anger. 
Expletives. 
Demanding why? 
Why again? 
Why?!
 
I have heard judgement. 
If the corporations just wouldn’t….  
If the president just wouldn’t… 
If the white people just wouldn’t… 
If , if, if…
 
I have heard a lot of reasons to be cynical. 
People with power will always be greedy and oblivious. 
Hope is Pollyanna-ish.
 
I have heard:
Have I done enough? 
Do I contribute to this mess? 
Should I be volunteering more? 
Should I be reading more? 
Should I get to know my neighbors more? 
How come all my neighbors are white?
 
In the last week I have heard exhaustion.
People who have worked for years.  In the NAACP, Vinegar Hill, UCARE, African American Teaching Fellows, Students for a Democratic Society…
What else do we need to do?
 
What else do we need to do so that systemic racism can be dismantled,
so that local police power does not become military power. 
 
This past week we were reminded yet again that justice does not happen on our time clock.  The Supreme Court put a stay on the decision that would have allowed for committed gay and lesbian couples to share the rights currently available to opposite sex couples.  Now, we will wait many months, maybe longer, for the United States Supreme Court to consider the appeal. 
 
LOVE AS FUEL
 
People in our Unitarian Universalist history have worked for abolition of slavery, for womens suffrage, for immigrant rights, labor justice, and LGBTQ rights.  Most of these were people of privilege who helped lift up voices that were not being heard by the power structure.  These were people who knew the divine in their hearts and saw the sacred in the world.  People who worked for the right laws because they were working for love.  People who sought policy change because it was peace making.  People who toiled yesterday for civil rights today.
 
What in your heart tells you to keep working for what is right when the way is not easy?
 
Please do not make the mistake of thinking that your intellect and your will power are enough.
The power of love is the mysterious force that tells us when to rest our willpower and when to keep going; 
The power of love is the mysterious force that tells us when to quit using our head and when to use our heart. 
 
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said that although he worked with many different groups, he was, always in his heart, guided as a Baptist preacher.  And the son of a Baptist preacher.  And the grandson, and the great-grandson of a Baptist preacher.  He knew who he was at his core, and where his strength and hope lay.  Do you know where yours is?  Please, stay true to your deep springs of truth.  From that wellspring, allow yourself to join in walking with others.
 
ALLIES HAVE TO SEE THE COMPLEX TRUTH
 
After the Holocaust perpetrated by the Nazis of Germany, some of the Protestant pastors got together and published a statement. It is called the Stuttgart Confession. It was written in 1945 and part of it says:  “Through us infinite wrong was brought over many peoples and countries. That which we often testified to in our communities, we express now in the name of the whole church: We did fight for long years in the name of Jesus Christ against the mentality that found its awful expression in the National Socialist regime of violence; but we accuse ourselves for not standing to our beliefs more courageously, for not praying more faithfully, for not believing more joyously, and for not loving more ardently.”
 
I lift up this example because these pastors sought to be allies for human rights; but they didn’t rise to the occasion as well as they wanted.  So, how can we make sure now that we are being the kind of allies that we really need to be?
 
I think we need to see how very much is still at stake and how much suffering still occurs everyday in people’s hearts.  Some us of us know first hand already, some know from friends, some of you know from reading. 
 
We must constantly be alert to false promise.  W.E.B DuBois, after slaves were emancipated, warned against thinking that progress had been made.  He continued to insist on looking at the real living conditions, the real economic situation, the real cost of the new structures of racism.  Toward the end of his  life, he pointed out the hypocrisy of the treatment shown to black WWII soldiers who returned home and had their rights denied.
 
To be effective allies, we need look at the heartache of black uncles, fathers, grandpas, who wish they didn’t feel the need to teach their young nephews, their sons, their grandsons to be careful about when they reach in their pocket --- will someone accidentally think they are pulling a gun?  To be careful when a police officer is nearby---is he reaching for his holster?  They wish they could teach the next generation to trust.  Maybe you already know this from experience, maybe you can only guess how it feels.
 
As poet Javon Johnson says,
we need to know the ache in the hearts of parents
when they see their black boys are taught
they are a problem before they are taught they are people. 
 
Some people have thought that having a black president would make things easier,
but in many ways the backlash has made things worse. 
Let us not be naïve that the progression of beloved community is a linear progression.
 
To be allies in the civil rights movement, we need to see the bittersweetness. 
Some gay and lesbian couples already had the sweetness of filing federal income tax returns jointly,
but the bitterness of separate state tax returns. 
As children started school this week,
some children couldn’t list both of their parents as their legal parents. 
Today, there are household budgets that are strained, which could be eased
if one of the beloveds could be on the insurance plan of their beloved’s employer. 
Will every state have to work through this issue, one by one, and how many people’s time will be eaten up?
 
But that is just the tip of the iceberg.  In the struggle for GBLT rights, marriage equality is a good step,
but people still get bullied,
still are told they are sinful in other churches,
and still are left out of society in other ways, especially Transgender people.
 
What we know from human history that evil persists. 
Let us not be naïve in thinking that the acquisition of rights is linear. 
We must constantly work to keep things bending toward justice.  And that takes strength and voice,
and humility. 
 
AMAZING GRACE
 
There is a line in the song Amazing Grace that says:
"Twas grace that taught my heart to fear."
 
Now, I am not into a theology of fear.
 
But, the truth is, we humans have a capacity to mess up, and there is evil in this world. 
So, while I don’t think we should be in fear that is paralyzing, I do think we should be on alert.
 
But to also receive the good news that comes in the next line of the song:
 
"Twas grace my fears relieved."
 
Allow love to touch your heart.  To give you hope. To be the sweet part of the bitter sweet.  To lead you to action. 
One concrete thing we can do is to spread the word about the reparations movement.  If you have not read the May 2014 article in the Atlantic, I commend it to you.  More information will be in the September church bulletin.
 
WRAP UP
 
Back in June, the herb gardener at Twin Oaks Ecovillage, where I used to live, gave me a lotus plant.  Into a bucket she slopped a bunch of mud and some gangly stems with wide round leaves.  She went to the farm scrap pile and found an old, discarded horse feed trough.  I brought it home, filled it up with water, added more clay soil, and put in the spindly plants.  And there they have sat all summer.  Yes, more leaves have come…a geometric circus of disc-shaped leaves.  And then about three weeks ago, I noticed that one of the stems had a reddish tint on top.  Could it be, a bud?  I waited, skeptical.  Not wanting to hope. 
 
A few days went by and I looked closer---sure enough, a tiny firm oval that might be petals packed tight. 
 
But weeks went by and nothing happened, except that maybe it got  a little bigger.  I became more sure that this lotus really wasn’t going to happen, ---- wasn’t meant to happen, in a tiny yard in Virginia.  Probably the soil wasn’t right, or we’d had too little rain, or too much, or the sun was wrong.  Or the DNA of the plant had other ideas.  Or, maybe, I mused, this is why the lotus shows up in Buddhist and Hindu symbolism---all that patient meditating. 
 
And then this Wednesday morning, it blossomed.  Boom.  Just like that, opening up full and beautiful and trusting and vulnerable and strong.  I took a photograph, because it touched me as a spiritual metaphor.   It is on the cover of our order of service today.
 
We must toil today for civil rights tomorrow. 
The timeline is not ours to know. 
We do not have control of the breakthrough moments. 
 
Whether we feel it or not, love is around us all the time, moving through us, offering itself to us. 
And so here is what it means to be wholly spiritually human:  to live into the loving moments:

To put your child to bed, on time or not, with love;
To really see the clerk in the store, and to smile at them;
To allow yourself to receive a hug when you need that tenderness.
 
Blessed be.  Amen.  Let us now sing together, Amazing Grace.