Selma and UU

Chris Jimmerson
January 18, 2015

As we as UUs continue the struggle for racial justice, it is important that we know from whence we come.


Call to Worship
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. We are made to live together because of the interrelated structure of reality. This is the way our universe is structured, this is its interrelated quality.

Reading 
Rev Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., from his Eulogy for Rev. James Reeb

So I can say to you this afternoon, my friends, that in spite of the tensions and uncertainties of this period, something profoundly meaningful is taking place. Old systems of exploitation and oppression are passing away. Out of the wombs of a frail world, new systems of justice and equality are being born. Doors of opportunity are gradually being opened. Those at the bottom of society, shirtless and barefoot people of the land, are developing a new sense of somebody-ness, carving a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of despair. “People who stand in darkness have seen a great light.” Here and there an individual or group dares to love and rises to the majestic heights of moral maturity.

Sermon

Bloody Sunday, March 7, 1965, Selma, Alabama. In reaction to the footage you just watched being broadcast on the evening news, people across America were horrified. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Junior dispatched a telegram calling on clergy of all faiths to join him in the struggle in Selma.

And religious people, both clergy and lay people, from all around the country responded. They went to Selma, and they stood in witness and solidarity, following the leadership of the African Americans in whose struggle they had joined. Eventually, 500 Unitarian Universalist lay people and 250 of our ministers would march with Dr. King.

And doing so changed them. It transformed them.

As Rev. Mark Morrison-Reed puts it in his new book, The Selma Awakening, they experienced in a visceral, emotional way the melding of their espoused religious values with their values in practice.

Rev. James Reeb was among the first Unitarian Universalist ministers to arrive in Selma, and he participated in the next March across that very same bridge you saw in the opening video. This time, Dr. King himself led the march. They started from the Selma African Methodist Episcopal Brown Chapel where they had gathered. When they reached the other side of the bridge, they kneeled to pray, and then Dr. King surprised everyone by leading them back to the chapel. He later explained that a judge had temporarily put a restraining order on the march, and that he feared for the lives of his followers if they continued the march without a court order to protect them. He pleaded with those gathered to stay a few days until the judge might rule in favor of allowing the march to go forward. Most of them did.

That evening, Reeb and two other UU ministers, Orloff Miller and Clark Olsen, had dined at Walker’s Cafe, an African American establishment because they had been told wouldn’t be safe at a whites only restaurant. As they left the cafe to walk back to Brown Chapel, they were attacked by a group of four or five white locals, at least one of whom was carrying a large club of some kind. He struck James Reeb on the head with it, knocking him to the ground. Eventually, they had all three ministers on the ground, kicking them and screaming, “You want to know what it’s like to be a nigger around here?”

Soon afterwards, James Reeb fell into an unconscious state from which he never awoke. Two days later, on March 11, 1965, Marie Reeb, his wife, made the painful and difficult decision to turn off the artificial support that was the only thing keeping his body alive.

The murder of this white minister galvanized white Americans and Unitarian Universalists even further. It did so in a way that the shooting of Jimmy Lee Jackson, the young black man who had been shot by an Alabama state trooper a few days earlier had not.

President Lyndon Johnson called Reeb’s widow. The Unitarian Universalist Association board adjourned a meeting it was holding so board members could journey to Selma to attend Reeb’s memorial service held at Brown Chapel on March 15. Dr. King delivered the eulogy.

That same evening, President Johnson appeared before a joint session of Congress and introduced the bill that would in a few months become the Voting Rights Act. In doing so, he spoke of the suffering endured by the peaceful protestors in Selma. He said, “Many were brutally assaulted, one good man, a man of God, was killed.”

A few days later, the judge ruled the march could go forward and ordered government protection for it. On March 21 the march began, protected by troops sent by President Johnson.

No doubt, Dr. King’s and his leadership’s organizing and rhetorical skills were the primary factors that brought about these changes. Still there is an irony in the fact that, as Rev. Bill Sinkford, former president of the Unitarian Universalist Association has written, ” …racism was at work even in the way the victory in Selma was achieved. The death of Jimmy Lee Jackson, a black man, did not receive widespread press attention. It did not result in hundreds of white clergy coming to stand in solidarity. It did not produce support from the federal government or the president. It took the death of James Reeb, a white man, to do that”.

In The Selma Awakening, Mark Morrison-Reed notes that the clergy and the lay folks who had been viscerally and emotionally awakened by their experiences in Selma returned to churches and a religious denomination ill prepared to move beyond an intellectual commitment to religious values such as equal opportunity, integration and facial justice, all rooted in a belief in universal brotherhood (such was the male-centered language of their time).

They returned to encounter fellow Unitarian Universalists who could not understand what those who had gone to Selma now did – that true integration could not entail assimilation – that what was needed was a melding among equals, and that this required black empowerment. A few years, what has become known as the “Black Empowerment Controversy” would erupt within Unitarian Universalism. And that could be and has been the topic for a whole other sermon.

Reed notes that for both the Universalists and the Unitarians before the merger, as well as after they merged in 1961, there was a disconnect between these espoused religious values and their values in practice. He cites the following as evidence of this dichotomy:

– Worship devoid of hymns and liturgy reflecting the African American experience and their desire for more emotive, embodied spirituality.

– Religious education materials that very rarely reflected African Americans at all.

– Resistance to training, fellowshipping and calling African American ministers.

– Congregations and fellowships that tended to be fervidly intellectual, individualistic, and humanistic. And that most often located themselves in suburban areas, away from black population centers – often at the end of dead end streets where it would be hard for anyone not specifically invited to find them.

– Very few African Americans serving on governing bodies, both at the denominational and individual church levels.

And, yes, some of these continue to be a struggle for us. Though we have made great strides, our march out of Selma continues even today.

Another Unitarian Universalist also did not come back from Selma. However, she was not honored or lionized in the way that James Reeb was. For many years her story was rarely if ever told, because (a) she was a woman and (b) she was a woman. That this is so is another example of values in practice failing to uphold our espoused values.

Viola Liuzzo was a member of the First Unitarian Universalist Church of Detroit and worked with the NAACP. She was married and had five children. She answered the call to Selma by getting in her car and driving there against the objections of her family.

On the day that the march triumphantly entered Montgomery to end in a joyous rally at the Alabama state capital, she was helping by driving marchers back to Selma. On a return trip to Montgomery, a car full of Ku Klux Klansmen pulled up beside her and fired shots directly at her, hitting her twice in the head, killing her instantly. Her car careened into a ditch and came to a stop when it struck a fence.

One of her sons later spoke of how his fathers hair turned from black to gray seemingly overnight; of how, after her death, her family endured crosses being burnt in their front yard; of how he and his siblings were beaten up at school and told their mother deserved what she got because, as a white woman, she had no business being there in the first place.

I am pleased to say that today, she is honored in a memorial at our new Unitarian Universalist headquarters building, alongside the males who also died at Selma.

All white juries in Alabama acquitted the Klansmen who killed Viola Liuzzo of murder charges.

Likewise, all white juries acquitted the men who murdered James Reeb.

A grand jury failed to even indict the state trooper who murdered Jimmy Lee Jackson. In 2007, charges against the trooper, James Fowler, were revived. He pled guilty to manslaughter and spent a whole five months in jail.

And these failures within our criminal justice system seem a little too much like what we have seen across our country in the past months. I want to show you another video.

Not 1965 Alabama. 2014, the streets of cities across America. And though much HAS changed, still, we live in a time when the prosecutor in the Michael Brown shooting allows grand jury testimony from an eyewitness that’s key to backing up the story of the officer who shot him, even though the prosecutor knows that the witness has made racist statements and likely was not even at the site of the shooting when it occurred. And there was no indictment.

We live in a time when the coroner rules Eric Garner’s death a homicide, and yet a grand jury fails to indict the officer we have all seen holding Garner in a chokehold as he cries, “I can’t breathe”.

We live in a time when police shoot and kill a 12 year old African American boy for holding a pellet gun in a city park, and a 22 year old African American young man for holding a toy rifle in a Walmart, and yet white, open carry advocates can roam the aisles of our stores and parade through our streets carrying actual semi-automatic weapons and absolutely nothing happens to them.

We live in a time when even son1e peaceful protests have been met with military equipment, billy clubs and tear gas.

We live in a time where our criminal justice system is much more likely to search, arrest, charge, convict and sentence to prison people of color than white people who commit the very same crimes. Then, once convicted of a felony, we live in a system that often prevents these same people of color from being able to access federal benefits, find employment and housing, and, yes, often bars them from voting.

We live in a time when the Supreme Court has gutted a key element of that very same Voting Rights Act that people in Selma struggled, suffered and sometimes died for.

We live in a time when states across the country are passing laws clearly intended to disproportionately prevent people of color from voting.

We live in a time when lynching and Jim Crow have never completely left us. They’ve just morphed into new institutional forms.

I think that we Unitarian Universalists, we are receiving telegrams beckoning us to rejoin and redouble our efforts in the struggle again. And like those Unitarian Universalists that went to Selma, we are being called to show up, to put our espoused religious values into living practice. I believe this congregation has the means and a mission that requires us to do so.

On Sunday, March 8 of this year, Unitarian Universalists from around the country will cross that bridge in Selma again to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the original march. I hope a sizable contingent from this church will be able to be with them.

If you are not already participating, the church has a number of social action and interfaith activities related to combatting racism. I hope you’ll consider visiting the social action table today to find out how you can get involved.

Over the coming months, we will have several opportunities to participate in religious education and discussions about multiculturalism and working against racism and oppression. Please, join in!

I believe that ultimately we are called to do this because engaging together as allies in the struggle for racial equity is part of how we, all of us, can be transformed. Systems of oppression and silos of “otherness” prevent us all from realizing our full human potentiality. Breaking them down is how we can know fully the interconnectedness and love and unbridled community that are luring us toward a world that is more life giving and loving. It is how we reach for our greatest creative possibilities.

Benediction

“We are bound together in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a singly garment of destiny”.

Martin Luther King’s words still ring true and powerful today. And that means that even as we leave this sanctuary today, our work together as a beloved community goes on as we do justice that can transform both the lives of others and our own.

Likewise, the courage, community and compassion we experience here go with us also.

Go in peace. Go in love. Blessed be.


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Building and Steering Committee members

Building Committee

Brian Moore
Ethan Love
Richard Cleary
Julie Lipton
Sylvia Pope
Christy Seals
Rev. Chris Jimmerson
Rev. Meg Barnhouse

Steering Committee

Campaign Co-Chairs: Brendan Sterne and Ann Edwards
Advance Gifts Chair: Bill Edwards
Patterns Gifts Co-Chairs: Mary Jane Ford and Doris Hug
Victory Team Co-Chairs: Lisa Carrell and Peter Durkin
Spiritual Emphasis Chair: Michael West
Communications Chair: Victoria Valadez
Finance Chair: Mary Jane Ford
Events Chair: Amanda Ray
Outside Gifts: Derek and Donna Howard
At Large: Michael Kersey
Grants: Russell Smith

The Power of Yet

Rev. Marisol Caballero
January 11, 2015

It is so easy to wish for more for ourselves and our lives, and to become victim to frustration or despair. “Yet” holds more power than we can ever imagine. How will we wield our “yets” in 2015?


Reading: “Feeding the Pit”
by Barbara Merritt

Part of the advantage of having an elevator being installed two feet from my office door is that I can easily listen in on the construction crew’s conversation. It echoes up from two floors below. It rings down the hallway. And in between the drilling, the chain-rattling, the pounding, and the sawing, comes some helpful theological reflection.

This particular conversation occurred between a man who was balanced on a forty-five degree ladder over a three-story, open elevator pit, and the man assisting him. The man on the ladder, who gave me a greater appreciation for having been called to the ministry, asked for four bolts. His colleague said, and I quote, “I’ll give you five; you need to have one to feed the pit.”

Now I can only surmise that this wisdom had been hard won. People who work over great cavities of open air probably learned through experience about gravity. Objects fall. They will fall a great distance when there is nothing to stop them. Ergo: if you are going to suspend yourself over a deep pit, don’t assume that everything will go perfectly. Don’t assume that a nut or bolt won’t roll away. Assume that additional resources will come in handy. Acknowledge the challenging nature of the assignment. Take a relationship with the pit where you willingly and gracefully accept that it will occasionally need to be fed.

The alternative is simply too costly. To assume that things will go smoothly- that hammers won’t drop, that nails won’t bend, that parts won’t wander- is to place yourself in special danger. Especially when your workplace is at the top of a ladder suspended over a fifty-foot drop.

Pits are real. Some places in human existence pose genuine danger. Illness, conflict, and accidents can quickly take everything we hold as precious.

Some people advise, “Don’t look down. Pretend that nothing bad could ever happen to you or anyone you love.” This is the “Ignore the Pit” school.

Another popular opinion is to “Decry the Pit.” “Isn’t it terrible that there are pits in this world?” “Ain’t it awful that I have fallen in?”

Many allegedly smart people have spent their entire lives arguing about why pits exist and justifying how offended and angry they are that dangerous places continue to exist.

Some become profoundly cynical when they discover how painful a pit fall can be. “What’s the use?” they sigh. “With so much destruction and unhappiness in the past, and so much possible misery in the future, why build at all?” They become paralyzed with fear.

At the moment, I am drawn to the simple teachings of the elevator man. “Feed the Pit.” Right from the beginning, I should expect to encounter danger, demons, difficulties, and delays on the journey. We need to build a generous contingency fund into every life plan; and carry a few extra rations of energy, kindness, and hope in our pockets to offer to an unpredictable and hungry world.

Sermon: “The Power of Yet”

It’s officially the second week of January, folks. Those of us that make New Year’s resolutions are either congratulating ourselves for the hard work of sticking to them, forgiving ourselves every few minutes for breaking them, or hating ourselves for ever trying this nonsense, believing we should know better by now. Why try when we know we are helpless in the face of temptation to fall back into bad habits?

I would be lying if I said that it isn’t often that Jim Hensen’s fuzzy muppets didn’t point me toward deeper understandings of life. Listen to enough of my sermons and you’ll hear their influence, both directly and indirectly more often than an adult without children should admit to. But, when a seminary friend, who has young nieces, posted the video of Janelle Monae singing “The Power of Yet,” my series of rapid-fire responses led me to understanding that there was something in this concept for me, and I would guess others, as well, to still learn. At first, I thought it was a cute little ditty that can teach kids perseverance. Then, I wondered if the message could have meaning for me, as an adult. I agreed that it could, but then became immediately suspicious of it. After all, I’m pretty sure that, even with practice, Big Bird will surely learn to slam dunk before I will. And, though I can add 2 + 2, Elmo’s voice will have dropped before I ever master calculus. Sports and math have never been my forte.

This is ok, I always told myself. For, even though I was labeled “gifted and talented” by first grade and quickly developed an identity of a smart kid who didn’t have to try as hard to get a good grade, I was satisfied to barely pass math and to sneak to the back of the line each time it was my turn at the bat in P.E. None of this was important to me, I said. I was more of a creative arts kind of girl, anyhow. The truth was, I was humiliated when I was made to go out in the hall with the student teacher and do multiplication drills when everyone else seemed to know them already and I began to dread P.E.

When we moved to Odessa from Alpine, Texas, just in time for me to start 4th grade, I remember being in music class and everyone in this district had been learning simple sight reading for the past several years, something I had never really encountered. When the teacher, not knowing that I was a transfer student, reprimanded me for not knowing the notes on the scale or how to identify a half note, I started bawling. Why didn’t I simply practice math more at home, ask a friend to help me with my kickball technique, or let my music teacher know this was new material to me? Yes, genuine lack of interest played a big part in the sports and math, not everyone has to like everything or expect to excel at everything, but what about music, I was supposed to be good at the arts! That’s where my gifts and my talents were supposed to be found! Such things were supposed to be easy for me.

So intensely was my self-identity wrapped up in appearing smart and talented and a “natural” at certain skills, that it seemed that the more praise and accolades I received, the less I was interested in even trying. The bar had been set high. If I didn’t reach it, I would be a failure. Does this ring a bell for anyone else? In fact, I remember in a moment of sullen teen angst, having a moment of vulnerability with a friend and saying that my greatest fear, above even dying, was mediocrity. What drama!

This is that all-too-recognizable paralyzing fear that comes from knowing that “dangerous places” exist rather than having a mindset ready to live and learn from mistakes; to “feed the pit.” I just finished reading Dr. Carol Dweck’s best-seller, Mindset: The New Psychology of Success. I named this sermon a couple of months ago, after the Sesame Street song that got me thinking, and stumbled across her Ted talk by the same name and her book, Mindset, in doing my research. I highly recommend both. In both, Dweck explains how there are two mindsets, the fixed mindset and the growth mindset. In her research, she found that students, athletes, coaches, and teachers who held a fixed mindset felt the need to prove themselves over and over again. Many of them, believing that a failed attempt at something new or difficult did not simply mean that they needed to practice or try harder, but that they were stupid, incompetent, or lacked talent. Many gave up before even trying, rather than risk failure. She became convinced, though, that intelligence and personality are not fixed at all, but are something that can be changed, improved upon, for the sake of a happier and more successful life.

Those with a growth mindset see failure as an opportunity for learning; an exciting new challenge. The growth mindset believes that “your basic qualities are things you can cultivate through your efforts.”

This is where the “yet” comes in. I’m not good at math… “yet.” I’m not fluent in Chinese… “yet.”

Of course, it’s often the case that people are more complex than that. We may have a growth mindset with everything in our lives, believing that a challenge we’ve yet to master is exhilarating and practice and hard work is the only secret behind lasting greatness, but fall into a fixed mindset in the company of our spouse or families of origin, remembering and fearing the repeat of abandonment and betrayal, believing deep down that we’re unlovable. Dweck says, that the fixed mindset is dangerous to leave unaddressed when it comes to interpersonal relationships. She says, “As with personal achievement, this belief- that success should not need effort- robs people of the very thing they need to make their relationship thrive. It’s probably why so many relationships go stale- because people believe that being in love means never having to do anything taxing.” Remember that old line from the movie “Love Story?” “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” What awful advice!

Dweck tells the story of a woman who thinks that everything is going so well with her boyfriend. She believes he’ll pop the question soon. One night, they sit down to watch a movie, and he tells her, “I need more space.” Her heart sinks. She knew this was too good to be true. Just like every other guy before … What was she doing to turn him off so suddenly? Will she ever find someone who can love her? Then, she thought about her tendency to employ a fixed mindset and risked asking, “What do you mean?” He responded, “I mean I want you to move over a little. I need a little more space.” She thought he was trying to break up, when in fact he was simply trying to get cozy!

Dweck warns us about the messages we tend to give our children regarding success. For example, “You learned that so quickly! You’re so smart!” “Look at that drawing! You’re the next Picasso!” “You’re so brilliant! You got an A without even studying!” can be heard by kids as, “If I don’t learn something quickly, I’m not smart.” “I shouldn’t try drawing anything hard or they’ll know I’m not Picasso.” And “I’d better quit studying or they won’t think I’m brilliant.” To raise children with a growth mindset, she says, is to encourage hard work, opportunities to learn something new, stick-to-it-ive-ness, and progress, rather than perfection. She sums up the difference between the fixed mindset and the growth mindset as, “Judge and Be Judged” vs. “Learn and Help Learn.”

This is an unsettling practice at first. In fact, it kind of sounds too difficult to even work! Do you hear the fixed mindset at work there? It’s where the dismissive phrase, “easier said than done” came from, I’m sure. But, this shift, which will require a lifetime of practice, can.’truly seem overwhelmingly difficult. It requires that we give up a bit of our sense of ego; our self-identities and all of the good and bad narratives that limit our potential. We can’t so easily shut off our mind, and for members of marginalized groups who are often the subject of stereotyping, women, the differently abled, LGBT folk, and people of color, this ability to have our eyes open to reality serves us. As we’ve seen in the news, sometimes understanding this is a matter of life and death.

Yes, but it only serves us to an extent, says Dweck’s research. With the growth mindset, the “teeth” are taken out of the oppression and allows folks to be better able to fight back and “take what they can and need even from a threatening environment,” such as having a racist teacher or a sexist boss. I heard the following poem Friday, read at a protest-performance, Black Poets Speak Out,

Won’t you celebrate with me
by Lucille Clifton

Won’t you celebrate with me
What I have shaped into
A kind of life? I had no model.
Born in Babylon
Both nonwhite and woman
What did I see to be except myself?
I made it up
Here on this bridge
between Starshine and clay,
My one hand holding tight
My other hand; come celebrate
With me that everyday
Something has tried to kill me
And has failed.

I also encourage you to go listen to another inspiring story of resistance along these lines on NPR’s new show, lnvisibilia. This past week was a story of Martin Pistorius, a man who developed a rare illness as a child that left him completely paralyzed and mute. All his caregivers, including his parents, were convinced that he was in a vegetative state, unaware of the world around him, but he wasn’t. For years, he believes awful things about himself, “You’re pathetic.” “No one cares about you.” “No one will ever show you kindness.” The short version of the story is that, somehow, over time, in that very lonely world, Martin discovered his own power of yet. His mindset change allowed him to gain small control over his body, begin to communicate and answer questions with his eyes movements, and eventually was outfitted with a computer that can speak for him. He went to college, learned to drive, wrote a book, and is today happily married to a woman who fell in love with his honesty, sense of humor, and dedicated spirit!

With people like Martin in mind, while everyone else is floundering on their New Year’s resolution, let’s all take a cue from the Tao of Sesame Street and remember the Power of Yet!


Podcasts of this and other sermons are also available for free on iTunes. You can find them here.

Most sermons delivered at the First UU Church of Austin during the past 15 years are available online through this website. You will find links to them in the right sidebar menu labeled Sermons. The Indexes link leads to tables of all sermons for each year listed by date (newest to oldest) with topic and speaker. Click on the topic to go to a sermon.

 

2015 Sermon Index

2015 Sermons

Sermon Topic
Author
Date
 Community  Rev. Chris Jimmerson & Rev. Nell Newton
12-27-15
 The Christians and the Pagans  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
12-20-15
 Christmas Pageant  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
12-13-15
 An upside-down world: A Hymn of reversal  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
12-06-15
 Saying Grace, Being Gratitude  Susan Yarbrough
11-29-15
 Family Life as a Spiritual Path  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
11-22-15
 R-E-S-P-E-C-T  Rev. Marisol Caballero
11-15-15
 The ugly duckling  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
11-08-15
 At the threshold  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
11-01-15
 Transcendence  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
10-25-15
 Dialogue with Conservatives  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
10-18-15
 Listening to Drag  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
10-11-15
 Oh, Delilah  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
10-04-15
 Good Grief  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
09-27-15
 21st Century Atonement  Rev. Marisol Caballero
09-20-15
 All beginnings are difficult  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
09-13-15
 Annual Water Ceremony  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
09-06-15
 Choose to enjoy your life  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
08-30-15
 The first one to try  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
08-23-15
 Which God don’t you believe in?  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
08-16-15
 Black Lives Matter  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
08-15-15
 Give me your tired, your poor, your harmed  Susan Yarbrough
08-09-15
 Spiritual Ambivalence  Rev. Nell Newton
08-02-15
 Being Safe  Rev. Marisol Caballero
07-26-15
 Sanctuary  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
07-19-15
 There is no Present like the Time  Rev. Marisol Caballero
07-12-15
 Independence and Interdependence  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
07-05-15
 On the dancefloor  Carolina Trevino
06-28-15
 Father Earth, Mother Sky  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
06-21-15
 Juneteenth  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
06-14-15
 The boy who drew cats  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
06-07-15
 Whistling with a shoe full of slush  Rev. Marisol Caballero
05-31-15
 Goldilocks and Elijah  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
05-24-15
 Youth Service – Expressions of the Soul  Ana Runnels, Mary Emma Gary, Kate Windsor
05-17-15
 Inhospitality to Strangers  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
05-10-15
 Choosing to Bless the World  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
05-03-15
 The Impossible Task  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
04-26-15
 Concepts of the Devine  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
04-25-15
 Building the world we dream about  Rev. Marisol Caballero, Ann Edwards, Rob Feeney, Barbara Abbate
04-19-15
 How many plagues will it take?  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
04-12-15
 The Cellist of Sarajevo  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
04-05-15
 Palm Sunday  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
03-29-15
 Our UUnique Gifts  Rev. Jonalu Johnstone
03-22-15
 Sacred Vulnerability  Rev. Chris Jimmerson
03-15-15
 Question Box Sermon  Rev. Meg Barnhouse
03-08-15
The Red Shoes Rev. Meg Barnhouse
03-01-15
Expect the unexpected Rev. Kristian Schmidt
02-22-15
The Book of Love Rev. Meg Barnhouse
02-15-15
Want what you have Rev. Meg Barnhouse
02-08-15
Blessing and being blessed: Animal Blessing Service Rev. Meg Barnhouse
02-01-15
Doing Empathy Rev. Marisol Caballero
01-25-15
Selma and UU Chris Jimmerson
01-18-15
The power of Yet Rev. Marisol Caballero
01-11-15
Burning Bowl Service Chris Jimmerson
01-04-15

Burning Bowl Service

Chris Jimmerson
January 4, 2015

We greet the new year with our annual Burning Bowl service! It is good to begin the new year by clearing out old regrets and resentments. We toss those things into the fire and get a fresh start.


Call to Worship

by Sylvia L. Howe

We bid you welcome on this first Sunday of the new year.

Like Janus we gather with part of us looking backward
and part of us looking forward.

We gather on the edge of the new year
saddened by our losses,
cherishing our joys,
aware of our failures,
mindful of days gone by.

We gather on the cusp of this new year
eager to begin anew,
hopeful for what lies ahead,
promising to make changes,
anticipating tomorrows and tomorrows.

We invite you to join our celebration of life,
knowing that life includes good and bad,
endings and beginnings.

We bid you welcome!

Reading

For The New Year
by Barbara Rohde

We gather together at the beginning of a new time.
We stand on the edge of a wilderness that is a true wilderness.
No one has entered it before us.
Yet there is also that in us which causes us to face the unknown territory –cautiously and anxiously.
Now, in this place, we take time out of time, to look back,
to see where we have been and what we have been,
to reflect upon what we have learned thus far on our journey.
We gather together to remind each other to seek for our True North,
and to encourage — to place courage in – one another.
When we leave this place, we must each find our true path.
We must walk alone.
But now and then we may meet.
When we meet, may we offer each other the bread of our being.
And oh, my brothers, and oh, my sisters, if you hear me
plunging wildly, despairingly, through the thicket, call out to me.
Calm me.
And if you find me sleeping in the snow, awaken me,
lest my heart turn to ice.
And if you hear my music, praising the mornings of the world,
then in that other time, in the blackness of my night,
sing it back to me.

Sermon

In one of the first few classes I took in seminary, the instructors led us through this exercise called, “The Big Assumption”. “Big Assumptions” are beliefs we hold about ourselves that may be outside of our explicit awareness of them:

– Messages we got as kids

– Unconscious expectations or evaluations of ourselves that we absorb through our culture

– Internalized judgments we can get from friends, family and others in our lives.

The exercise we went through to discover our big assumptions involved identifying a key life goal that was a struggle for us. Then, they led us through a process that helped us to determine:

1. What we were doing or not doing that was undermining our goal,

2. What hidden, competing commitments were causing us to behave in this way,

3. What underlying, big assumption was leading to these hidden commitments

To get started, they gave as an example involving someone who says, “I am committed to stand up for myself more often when people make unreasonable demands of me, but instead I say ‘yes’ to people even when I know I am too busy, and I take on projects when others are really responsible for doing them”. That’s the goal and what they are doing that undermines it.

The hidden, competing commitments in this case might be, “I try to avoid conflict. I try to get others to think well of me”. The big assumption might be something like, “If I didn’t do these things, no one would like me”. It might simply be, “I don’t deserve respect”.

After we did the exercise ourselves, we went around the room, and those who were willing to do so shared the assumptions they had unearthed. It was a revealing and powerful experience. People, sometimes near tears, said things like:

“I don’t deserve to be loved.”

“I’ll never be attractive enough.”

“I’ll never be a good enough parent to my daughter”

Our instructors told us that they had done this same exercise in a number of our churches with both religious leaders and lay people, and the results were always very similar. The assumptions almost always involved some version of “not enough” and “don’t deserve”.

“I’ll never be successful enough. I don’t deserve to be”.

“I’ll never do well enough to satisfy my parents”.

“I’ll never have enough house, the right car, the expensive stuff my television keeps telling me I am supposed to acquire”.

If we consider some of the messages we are all constantly receiving, it’s easy to see how such assumptions could develop.

For me, it was simply, “I’m not good enough.”

Looking back on it now, it’s not surprising that I might have had that assumption. Growing up as a gay kid in a small, conservative town, I got a lot of that message.

As a minister in formation, the value for me in identifying it was that this assumption could lead to a kind of perfectionism: reluctance to admitting to vulnerability. I had to do the work of letting the assumption go, because a big part of doing ministry is to accept and even embrace vulnerability – to model appropriately expressing vulnerability – to create a sacred space where others may feel more comfortable doing so too.

Brene Brown, a researcher in the University of Houston Graduate College of Social Work, has studied people who have a strong sense of purpose and meaning in life, who feel worthy of being loved and have a sense of belonging. What she has found is that one of the things they share in common is that they not only accept their vulnerability, they believe that their vulnerability is part of what makes them beautiful.

The real problem with the big assumption is, it’s a lie.

You are enough. You are worthy – you are deserving – just as you are, imperfections and vulnerabilities included.

That doesn’t mean we stop working to more fully become our best selves. It just helps us be in a place where we already know a deep sense our own inherent worth and dignity.

In a moment, we are going to light our burning bowl to begin our annual ritual about letting go of the things that hold us back, so I invite you now to think about about something you would like to let go. Is there a big assumption you have discovered today that you would like to release?

If not, maybe there a habit or something you’ve been doing that works against you, or a competing commitment you’d like to let go. Maybe letting these go will reveal an assumption underneath them.

Here are some examples of what you might want to let go: – What other people think of you.

– Hoping to finally win an argument with Mom, Dad, a spouse, partner, brother, sister.

– The need to win arguments at all.

– Fixing other people.

– Trying to control things that can’t be controlled.

– Needing to be the perfect spouse, parent, son, daughter, partner, friend or whatever occupational role you fill.

– Any sound file that keeps running in your head saying, “not enough”, “don’t deserve”

One of the values of ritual is that it allows us to embody our thoughts and intentions, to make them concrete. It allows us to hold them in a much deeper place inside – or to release something from that same deep place.

What will you release during our burning bowl ritual this year? We begin with a poem.

“Burning the Old Year”
Naomi Shihab Nye

“Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.

I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies”.

We will now light our burning bowl.

(— We ritually burn our slips of paper —)

May your life, your spirit be unburdened of that which you have burned here today. May you experience a lightness and a joy from having released it from a place deep within. May you move into the New Year with a deep and an abiding sense that you are enough. Inherently, you have worth.

Benediction

Now that you have let go of the things that needed releasing, hold on to the knowledge that you carry a spark of the divine within you.

Carry with you the love and sense of community we share in this sacred place.

Carry with you a mind open to continuous revelation, a heart strong enough to break wide open and a peace that passes all understanding.

All blessings go with you until we gather here again. Amen.


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