We are in that seasonal transition time….this harvest time, this time of approaching winter and darkness that traditions throughout the world have honored. I have to admit that living amidst vast agricultural land certainly changes my sense of harvest time– finally, I think I have wiped off the last of almond and walnut dust! In just a few weeks (November 2nd), daylight savings time ends and our evenings will be much darker. Ug. And I as start thinking about holiday rituals, I realize this will be the first time in many years my brother and I will not be balancing on the ends of furniture to put up the Christmas lights because he has moved back to the East Coast. As the Gaelic and neo-pagan traditions teach us (thank you to Avonelle and her pagan group for their worship leadership this past Sunday!) this time of year the veil is thin–between past and future, alive and dead. It is a time of harvest and a time for reflection. And….Go Giants! (though I would have far preferred to be rooting for the Oakland A’s in the series….)
This weekend, many of you participated in our Ministry Start-Up workshops this weekend. And the big thing that came up? Trust. In particular, people voiced hurt they still feel about some board decisions and budgeting process from I think a few years back (I’m still trying to get the stories straight!) Our facilitator broke participants into small groups, who then were asked to name the unspoken rules of the congregation, the stories we tell about our congregation, the sacred cows of the congregation, and the truths no one wants to say (I took photos of the notes that were taken, see below and feel free to ask what any of it means!)
I was grateful for folks’ honesty and, in particular, the vulnerability of acknowledging not just ‘someone did something wrong’, but rather someone did something that felt hurtful. Man, it is hard to acknowledge vulnerability. And if we want to be a religious community where lives are transformed, honesty and vulnerability are necessary–as is learning to forgive, let go, and re-build trust. As one wise and honest person put it in one of the workshops, “I need to share how I feel and I would rather have a root canal.” Here is to good dental care!
I will be attending a regional meeting of UU ministers this weekend, so worship associate Avonelle Tomlinson and her pagan group will be leading a Samhain ritual, helping us UU’s engage with our 6th source: “Spiritual teachings of earth-centered traditions which celebrate the sacred circle of life and instruct us to live in harmony with the rhythms of nature”
Unspoke Rules of UUFSC:
Sacred Cows of the Congregation
After years of sweating in our sanctuary during the hot months (at least, that’s what you all tell me!), we finally have more air conditioning in the sanctuary. The labor and special donations of some church members made this possible. Hallelujah! Joyous celebrat
ion? Song! Dance? Or, rather, maybe not. How the heck do you turn them on? On no, they are blowing out the candles and chalice! It is easy to think that we are feeling stressed, concerned, or uncomfortable because of a particular circumstance. But it never ceases to amaze me that as soon as I get the thing I think I want, I can immediately take that dynamic of discomfort or complaint and bring it to the new situation. It reminds me of Jon Kabat Zinn’s book on meditation entitled “Wherever you go, there you are.” Frankly, this is why I pray and meditate regularly– because where ever I go, there I am.
I am so amazed by all the labor that members devote to this congregation, whether it’s installing new air conditioners or showing up early on Sunday to make sure we have enough candles that the new air conditioner will blow on. Given the hopes and dreams you all have for this place, all the messages you wrote down on index cards in worship a few weeks back, you all sound ready to continue loving and laboring. And with that love and labor, we will again get to a time of installing the proverbial air conditioners, and we will again encounter the proverbial moment of figuring out how to use the dang new thing and how we can adjust the blowers so they do not blow out the candles. We will change, grow, and adapt (in a newly climate controlled sanctuary at that!) And you know what? That sounds just fabulous to me, proverbially and otherwise!
Looking forward to seeing many of you this Sunday as we worship together and dig around the soul of liberal religion: religious liberty!
“Return again, Return to the home of your soul. Return to who you are, Return to what you are, Return to where you are born and reborn a gain” are the words to that UU hymn that has served as our spiritual theme this month. And as I listen to the news stories about airstrikes in Syria, I grimace…..here we are again, in indeed returning, returning to a cradle of civilization, returning to complicated histories, and returning again to military intervention. Mary Randall reflected on Sunday that “The Hebrew Bible, the Chinese sages, the eastern religious philosophers, Jesus and the early Christians all spoke of the idealistic yearning for peace, the effort to achieve and maintain it, ever with a shadow of futility.” As we face the shadow of futility once again, coping with another American military intervention (what to do in the face of the bloodshed in Syria?), the work of faith is even more important. We humans are always faced with the shadow of futility and join together so that that shadow does not creep quite so closely.
My wife Katherine and I look forward to seeing many of you Friday night at PFLAG’s MoFest 8, MoPride in Graceada Park on Saturday (I have been invited to offer the opening prayer!), and in worship on Sunday morning, where we explore Forgiveness and Beauty.