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© Davidson Loehr

Sally Miculek

9 October 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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AFFIRMATION OF FAITH:

Sally Miculek

My husband and I don’t have Cable. We don’t have satellite. We just have an antenna for our television, and sometimes find ourselves watching a little extra fuzz. A couple years ago, when we moved in together in anticipation of our coming nuptials, both of us looked forward to getting Cable hooked up. But then it just didn’t happen. We set up DSL. We signed up for Netflix. Finally, we talked it over and decided that maybe we don’t need all those extra channels after all. We get enough TV shows from Network Television, and the Netflix keeps us in a steady supply of movies, so my cinephile mate doesn’t think longingly about what he could be watching if we had HBO or the Independent Film Channel. Anything that comes on Cable that ends up good enough for us to want to watch it will come to DVD soon enough, and this way we get to skip the commercials!

Inevitably, one night as I was happily watching Antiques Roadshow or The American Experience, or some other vaguely wholesome PBS offering, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, encountering the ubiquitous Time Warner guy. He launched into his schpiel about the current offer from Time Warner, and how much money we’d save if we hooked up now, and what kind of introductory package we’d get, blah blah blah. I was in the process of turning him down when he looked around behind me, saw the television, and then stared blankly at me, incredulous. “You don’t want Cable?” “Nope.” “But you’re watching Public Television. Don’t you want better TV than that?”

Now, I realize that the poor Time Warner guy is programmed to tell people that Cable is way better than PBS, but come on! How on earth could the folks who brought us the Golf Channel possibly claim that what they’ve got to offer is somehow of higher quality than the Keno brothers? Are the Sopranos really much more interesting than a documentary on Appalachia? Needless to say, the poor guy didn’t get his commission that evening, and the Miculek household soldiers on in its Cable-free state, much to the shock of many friends and extend family members.

I’ll be the first to tell you I’m a media junkie. My VCR is programmed to record The O.C. And I admit it. I’m sure a lot of you are junkies, too, even though you may not watch shows about beautiful people in California. Maybe you don’t watch television at all. Maybe you’re addicted to your computer. Or books. I’m a junkie for media in most of its forms. My morning isn’t complete without Renee Montagne and Steve Inskeep. I check multiple email addresses many, many times each day. I paid for New York Times Select so I can still read all the online articles I want. I choose purses and bags based on whether or not they’re likely to hold a copy of my trusty New Yorker and/or whatever book I may be reading at the moment. In short, I’ve got a lot of means at my disposal to tune out the world around me, and I’m a fervent user of them all.

But how do I keep from letting a small amount of media-induced isolation mushroom and truly cut me off from the things I love to do and the people I like to spend time with? I work on tilting the balance away from rampant media consumption and towards activities that encourage actively participating in my life. I record and watch two television shows on a regular basis. That number’s down from about four last year and about eight the year before. I still watch other TV, but I try not to let it become a priority. I try to make sure the books I read are good ones. I talk to people about what I’m reading, whether they’re going to read the same things or no. I jog. I use my husband’s new banjo habit and the endless practice sessions to help pass the time while I take on what would normally be tedious household tasks. I am definitely addicted, but at least I’m aware of the problem and am trying to do something about it. Maybe some of the folks in the congregation are on the same path. And perhaps someday we can all go toss our televisions and computers (figuratively, at least) off Mount Bonnell. Until then, though, a few minutes reading Maureen Dowd, or a little time spent dwelling on the trials and tribulations of the Cohen family isn’t going to kill us. And, no matter what, I’m keeping my books.

SERMON: Media Addiction

My name is Davidson and I’m a recovering television addict. That may sound silly, but it’s true. When I bought my house two years ago, I decided not to have cable connected. So for the past two years, I have not watched any television at home.

I made the decision to go cold turkey when I realized that I’d been watching an average of over four hours of television a night for several years, and couldn’t remember ever seeing anything I really needed to know, and very little that I could even remember.

Now I read more books, and go out to my shop and turn wooden bowls, and sometimes have dinner with friends – things I didn’t have time to do when my television addiction was in full swing.

Four hours a day may sound extreme, but it isn’t. An online Indian magazine just reported that in the twelve months from 20 September 2004 to 18 September 2005, the average American watched four hours and thirty-two minutes of television a day, and the television set was on for an average of eight hours and eleven minutes a day – the highest figure in the history of television. (http://www.Indiantelevision.com/, 29 September 2005)

Children spend more time watching television than they spend in school now, by over a hundred hours. They see an average of 30,000 commercials a year. At that rate, by age 65, they will have seen over two million television commercials. And the people who write commercials are much better storytellers and much better at appealing to their deep fears and wants than public school teachers are. After all, toy manufacturers spend 92% of their advertising budget on television ads.

In some important ways, television is the real teacher of our children. It’s where they learn the most powerful stories, see the most powerful images, where they learn how to look, what to wear, what to eat, and to a large degree who to be.

Still, is this really a spiritual or religious issue, or just the kind of rant you’d expect from a recovering addict?

It’s a spiritual matter, and I want to think about it with you in two different ways, one theological and one more down-to-earth.

Most of us grew up in the atmosphere of Western religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam. And all three religions make a big deal out of idolatry, the difference between worshiping gods and idols.

Here’s an easy lesson in Religion 101, on the difference between gods and idols. If you think in these terms, then it matters a lot what we worship, and whether it’s a god or an idol. To put that in ordinary language, it matters what values and ideals we put at the center of our life. We want to serve things with our life that serve us too, that make our life richer and more satisfying. Some theologians call these gods.

We all have them, whether we call them gods or just call them ideals and values. And we all make the same deal with them. See if this isn’t true for you. We make a kind of contract, a covenant.

We say “I’ll live my life in your terms. I’ll make you the center of my life and my energies and activities. I’ll serve you heart and soul. And in return, you must give me a life that will have been worth living.”

One person gives their life to working for justice as they define it. They’ll break dates to work at this, and gladly do this work rather than take a vacation or read a book about something completely unrelated to the kind of justice they want to see. And they do it gladly, because they believe that there is nothing that is more worthy of them and their time. They expect, when they look back in years to come, that they will be able to say, “I served this, I made it the center of my life, I made it my god, and it gave me a life I am proud to have lived.” If we can say that, we don’t ask much more.

But not everything we chase after can give us life. Some things we chase after were never really interested in us at all. They just use us for their own ends, and take life away from us, leaving us drained and empty and depressed. It’s such a shock when it happens. They were so seductive! We were so sure! It seemed so good!

This is what Buddhists or Hindus call the difference between living in illusions or maya, and living in reality. In Western religion, we call it the difference between serving gods and serving idols. And chasing after idols, like chasing after mirages or living in illusions, usually ends up by draining life from us rather than giving us more and deeper life. Because idols use their seductive powers to take us in, use us up, and throw us out.

This word “seduction” is the right word for what’s going on. It’s always surprising to learn that “seduction” comes from the same root as the word “education.” And the difference between the two words is precisely the difference between idols and gods, illusion and reality.

The root of both words is the “-duc,” which means “to lead.” So a conductor leads the musicians through the music, or leads his bus or train through the countryside. Induction leads you into something – the Army, or the Hall of Fame, perhaps. Education means to lead you outward, out of your smaller self into a larger and more adequate self. That’s what education is about. It’s why we go to school: to learn to become bigger, deeper, more aware and nuanced. We want to be led into a bigger sense of identity and a bigger life; we want to be educated.

And seduce? It means to lead astray: to lead off the path. To lead somewhere that doesn’t make you bigger or deeper or better. It means to lead you in ways that serve not you, but your seducer. Your seducer takes you in. You follow gladly, willingly, because you’ve been seduced but think you’re going to be educated. They you’re used to fill the seducer’s needs, used up, and tossed aside.

A seducer is an idol, a powerful but illusory presence that you want to follow but shouldn’t follow.

The oldest and most vivid story of seduction I know of comes from around three thousand years ago, in The Odyssey from ancient Greece. If you know the story, you’ll remember the scene where Odysseus’ ship must sail past the Sirens, those supernatural but deadly women who would seduce him and his crew with their Sirens’ Song. No one could resist that song, he was told. But he was curious. So he had his men tie him to the mast so he couldn’t escape, then had them fill their ears with wax so they couldn’t hear the seductive song, and they sailed by the island of the Sirens.

The Sirens called out, and even mighty Odysseus screamed for his men to turn to shore, to follow their seductive song. But they couldn’t hear him, so they kept sailing. If you looked closely on the shores of their island, you saw the many piles of bones bleached white by the sun and surf. That was all that was left of those who had followed the Sirens’ Song.

The seducers, like the Sirens, are only doing what comes naturally to them. They’re simply a lot better at it than you are, so they take you in. It’s so easy for them to take you in, and then to use you as they will. But anybody that easy to take in is hard to care very much about, and they don’t. You can see why so many people want to say that whatever else you could say about God, God is Love. Because love wouldn’t do that to you. Seduction would, but not God, not Education, not anything that cared about you.

What does this have to do with television? Seduction means leading astray, leading away from wholeness, truth, health, into a direction that serves the seducer at the expense of the seduced – in any field. Television distracts us from life in order to draw us into crowds to hawk their wares to.

You might ask, “What about news? We need the news!” I would ask you to think about how much news we get, how complete it is, how reliable it is, and whether news programs, just like other entertainment programs, aren’t really trying to draw a crowd for their sponsors, rather than educate them. If “news” is the information that keeps people free, I don’t think there has been much news on television for decades.

And look how the time is actually spent on news programs. About 30% of the total time is taken with commercials. Nearly 54% of the time is spent on war, crime and terror, and one of the slogans of nearly all news programs is “If it bleeds, it leads.” Is this education, or seduction? Do they want to serve you, or use you?

“Well,” you might think, “if the world is really that full of war, crime and terror, then don’t we need to know about it?” Well, we need to know why there is war, who is making money from it, what deceptions were used to trick others into losing their lives there. It would help to know the economic background of most of our crime, why people feel driven to crime in order to get by. But we don’t hear these things.

And the focus on crime and terror aren’t to educate us. They are the evening news version of “If it bleeds, it leads.” It’s car-crash journalism, meant to draw a crowd of passing sailors to its shores, like the Sirens.

For example, during one five-year period (1990-95), television coverage of homicides went up by 336% — nearly three and a half times. Yet during that same period, the actual homicides in the real world went down by 13%. That’s not news. That’s a Siren Song, a seduction, an idol.

And it’s not a secret. Four out of five Hollywood executives believe there is a link between TV violence and real-life violence. Over nine out of ten children say they feel upset or scared by violence on television.

The longest we go on television without a commercial break is eight minutes. Violence, terror, murder, sex and brutality are featured on the news for the same reason they are featured on so many regular television shows: because they draw a crowd that can be used by the superb seduction of the advertising industry to reward their sponsors. Is this education or seduction? Is it serving us or duping us?

Spending an average of four and a half hours a day watching television means that we are spending one quarter of our waking time, and nearly all our leisure time, sitting in front of the tube.

When I was watching an average of four hours of TV a night, I watched mostly the Law & Order-type shows, or CSI, or Monday Night Football. I found that I was more paranoid, more aware of danger, less aware of grace or kindness, more suspicious of others, and when I dreamed, the dreams often had violent themes. Since I stopped watching TV, I seldom dream, and almost never have violent themes in my dreams or my waking imagination. It is simply easier to see and believe in the loving and kind parts of people, and to see violence and deceit as sins against humanity, rather than the way things are in a dog-eat-dog world.

Even when I watched good dramas – and I thought a lot of the Law & Order shows were good dramas, well-acted – the aftertaste was violent. I never felt better after watching them, never felt uplifted, never had my faith in myself or in humanity strengthened, only weakened.

And so, like many addicts, I don’t have much good to say for the drug that seduces me so easily.

But I don’t hate television because:

1. of car-crash journalism that draws crowds to sell them things rather than to educate and enlarge them

2. or because it seduces Americans into living vicariously within the stories it spins to attract them, while its commercials help them run up their credit card debt to an average of about $10,000 at over 22% interest.

3. I don’t hate television because it tries to seduce us into wanting material wealth when what we need is spiritual wealth.

4. Or the reality TV that both reflects and programs the selfish and deceptive behavior used to get ahead while downplaying or ignoring our humanity, our decency and our compassion.

5. And I don’t hate news shows that titillate rather than educate, and turn serious debates into the shallow sensationalist joust of the day.

6. Or the fact that after a few years of watching over four hours of TV a day, I still can’t remember anything I learned that I needed to know.

7. And I don’t hate television because I resent the fact that commercials work, and I, like millions of others, keep buying things I don’t need.

Well … yes I do. Yes I do hate television for this, for all these reasons. But I hate it the way an alcoholic hates alcohol, because if it’s on I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame or a sailor to bone-covered shores. I watch it like an idiot. When I’m on the road, I sit in front of the TV in my motel room for four hours every night. The next morning, I can’t remember what I watched or why, and am glad to return home to a TV set that only plays movies and videos on how to turn bowls.

You may not be addicted. Your self-control may be much better than mine – unless you’re also watching four and a half hours a night. But television is not an innocuous presence in our homes. I think it’s a dangerous one.

Because we are shaped by the most powerful stories we learn, molded by the ideals and values that we absorb. All of education and all of religion know and rely on this fact. So do advertisers. But education at its best is about leading us out of ourselves into a bigger identity and more satisfying life. Religion at its best is about inducting us into a Sangha, a community of faith where life is valued and only the best in us is encouraged. And the media, I think, neither educate nor induct, but seduce. They lead astray. They are the Siren Songs of today, and few of us seem very good at resisting them.

Think about it this way: Would you invite a storyteller into your home every night to tell you stories of blood, greed, murder and violence, leaving you more fearful and paranoid, robbing you of the time you might have spent doing things together? And then the next day, would you rush out to buy things you don’t need, so that the sponsors would send this same toxic storyteller back into your home again the next night? No, of course, you wouldn’t do that. Or do you?

A few years ago, the Surgeon General of the United States sponsored Turn off the TV weeks. When the Surgeon General sponsored a Turn off the TV week a few years ago, he said, “We are raising the most overweight generation of youngsters in American history … This week is about saving lives.” The surgeon general says television is bad for physical health. But most of it is just as bad for emotional, psychological and spiritual health.

A second grader named Drew Henderson of Donora, PA said “I really didn’t like TV-Turnoff Week except that I did notice that my grades went up and I was in a good mood all week.”

So I wonder. What if we could kick the TV habit, stop spending most of our leisure time ingesting stories that make us more afraid, more suspicious of our fellow humans, and more insensitive to real-world violence? And what if, instead, we had more time to spend with those we love – learning how to turn that love into memories worth having – and our real-world performance went up and we were in a good mood. If we could do that, would that be a bad thing?

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© Davidson Loehr

25 September 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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NOTE: This is the first of a several-part piece on the history and essence of liberal religion as a worldwide human creation dating back nearly three millennia.

AFFIRMATION OF FAITH:

Evangelizing Liberal Religion,

David Borden

Good morning. My Name is David Borden and I am here to share my thoughts on Evangelizing Liberal Religion. As you know, the numbers of Unitarian Universalists have stayed stagnant for some time. Meanwhile, evangelical Christian groups have seen an increase in numbers. Why is that?

I believe there are two reasons and we should learn from them:

1) Religions that grow pursue their faith with vigor.

2) Religions that grow have members that can articulate their main beliefs to potential members.

I did a bit of comparison shopping on the web. I found thousands of evangelical Christian sites. The first one I looked at was called evangelize.com. At the bottom of the home page there was a little box with a counter furiously running up numbers. It professed to be the number of people who had died since I had opened the page. Unfortunately, it stated, “the vast majority of them are going to hell.”

Another part of the site had a menu of 27 lessons to read and then act upon. Among the ones that caught my attention were:

-Your Legal Rights and witnessing in public

-100 responses to hard questions

 -Use Halloween to win souls

And my personal favorite:

-Throw an evangelistic Super Bowl Party!

Now the idea of winning converts during the Janet Jackson half-time show may be ridiculous, but it perfectly illustrates to what lengths the Christian Right will go in order to get their message out.

I also searched “evangelical liberal religion” and “evangelical Unitarian Universalism.” I got very few hits. Perhaps because these are oxymorons. I tried to read some of these pages, but my mind kept wandering. I wanted to get back to evangelize.com and watch the tally of the damned. I wanted to read about that Superbowl Party. What was wrong with this picture? Why were these UU articles about the need for evangelizing so boring?

I was telling my wife, Tamara, about this experience. She got right to the point and asked, “Why do you even care?”

Good question, I thought. And it is the question we all need to ask ourselves before we hit the street corners with soapboxes and bullhorns..

I care because I don’t wish to live in a world in which irrationality is a virtue, thinking is a crime, and religion is used to shackle people instead of setting them free.

So, what is the alternative? Why, Liberal Religion, of course. But what is Liberal Religion? It is when the Buddha said that salvation is to be found in the realization of truth. It is in Islam when it is said that giving alms is good, but giving anonymously is divine. It is the Tao Te Ching when it is said that only difficult things are worth pursuing.

But my favorite example of Liberal Religion is Jesus when he said to turn the other cheek. Many people take this as a call to pacifism. But I don’t think so. It is a call to subversion of the established social order. My wife and I lived in Morocco for 5 years. In Islamic countries you learn to do everything with your right hand because your left is reserved for less glamorous duties, and, thus, unclean. Imagine for a moment that you are a filthy commoner in need of a good slapping by a high-class gentleman. He is going to hit you with his left hand. You have no recourse because he is powerful. Striking back would only get you flogged mercilessly or killed. Both of these outcomes are counterproductive to your cause. Your only recourse is your wit. Turn your other cheek. Make him slap you next time with his right hand, his clean hand. Look the powerful dead in the eye and make him defile himself or yield.

That is what it means to be a practitioner of Liberal Religion.

Our call is one of sedition. It is not maintaining the status quo. It is about changing the world. Nothing worth doing is easy. If your religion is not worth fighting for, or proclaiming from the tree tops, you need to find a new one. Liberal Religion should not only be about guest speakers and green sanctuaries. It should be about your very soul and how you wish to live your life and in what world you wish to live it.

Your call today is to go out there and get slapped.

SERMON: Liberal Religion, Part I

Between about 2200 and 2800 years ago, in locations all over the world, liberal religion was born. It was and remains the hardest, most honest, and most liberating religious path the world has ever known, though it is not for the frightened.

Liberal religion isn’t small like a denomination or even a religious tradition. It is at the heart of all honest religion in all times and places. It is as universal, as honest and as infinite as anything on earth that involves humans.

Even though it wasn’t born until a few thousand years ago, it is really older than God, older than all the gods, this liberal religion tradition. It has been served under many names in most of the world’s great religions both Eastern and Western. Yet the various kinds of liberal religion have more in common with each other than any of them have with the literal religions in their own tradition. So liberal religion offers ready-made bridges of understanding and friendship to all the world’s people.

When a liberal style of religion is being served with honesty and courage – both are required – you don’t have to check your brain at the door; you don’t have to check your heart at the door, either. You can bring all of you inside, including your doubts and your flaws. Since it is honest, it need not fear questions. And in no liberal religion on earth are you expected to be perfect. They aren’t about saving you from sin; they’re about recognizing your innate blessings, and helping you to become more whole, to live a life of greater integrity and authenticity, by showing you the fairly narrow and hard path of integrity and authenticity.

The insights of liberal religion can, if you are open to them, replace our tendency to judge others with our capacity to love them. And it contains the truth that can set you free. But these truths of liberal religion are dangerous to discuss in their naked form, and almost never are. Usually, they are clothed in the many languages of myth, or mystery and miracle, because the message feels so much more welcoming when it comes in friendly costume. But sometimes, it comes naked.

We often say we want the straight truth, not stories, and we often say that’s what liberal religion is about. I’d say no, that’s what logical positivism or sterile mechanics are about. The truth that can set us free, I think, is usually a bit different. And while liberal religion may have the best handle on that truth, it often has the worst selection of vehicles for that truth, since we are often not very good at learning the important languages of symbol, metaphor and myth. So let’s begin.

Hinduism

Twenty-five centuries or more ago, the Upanishads appeared in ancient Hinduism, and they signaled the birth of the liberal spirit in that tradition. They said “Do you sense the vast creative power of the universe? The power that creates all things, sustains all things, and claims them all in the end? Well, you don’t have to bow down or feel insignificant, because you are part of that power. You are part of the infinite and the eternal, just as you are. If you deny God, they say, you deny yourself. If you affirm God, you affirm yourself. Today, we sometimes like to say we are made of stardust; it’s a kind of rational, semi-scientific attempt at a spiritual perspective. But the ancient Hindus were way ahead of us. Oh, they would say, but you have so completely understated the facts. We are not merely made of the dust and atoms of stars which exploded long ago; we are made of the unimaginable powers that created the stars, and which destroyed them.

And so they write, “Seek to know him from whom all beings have come, by whom they all live, and unto whom they all return. He is Brahman.” (Taittiriya Upanishad, p. 110)

And what is this Brahman thing about? What is it made of? It sounds like another costume for the Western God: some kind of Fellow giving orders. But it isn’t, not at all. Here’s what they wrote, more than twenty-five centuries ago: “Brahman is joy: for from joy all beings have come, by joy they all live, and unto joy they all return.” (“Taittiriya Upanishad,” p. 111)

Can you feel how much more healthy and whole and life-affirming this is than most that we hear from Western religions?

But Hinduism offers more than just this. It also offers you a roadmap of how to navigate this life here and now – the one where you do have consciousness. It’s about karma. The rules are very simple.

As you act in your life, so you become. If you do good, you become good; if you do evil, you become evil. By pure actions you becomes pure; by evil actions you becomes evil. (p. 140)

So the power you need is within you, an essential part of you. It includes both the power to create and destroy. And then, when Hinduism adds reincarnation, you have all the time you need to work through your karma. It sounds, and has been heard as, very comfortably wrapped in mythology, very friendly. Like the Western script, it looks like you never really have to die; you just live forever in one way or another.

But once in awhile, they would say it straight out and tell the naked truth. In the Upanishad considered the most authoritative of all, after talking about this atman-Brahman stuff and the reincarnations, the author slips in this amazing line. Just for the record, he’s saying, “there is no consciousness after death.” The other character this author created is stunned, amazed that after all these stories about reincarnation, eternity and the rest, he’s saying No, you’re done after one. Your memories, experiences, loves, disappear from all consciousness when you die. This is it. (Brihad-Aranyaka Upanishad, p. 132)

That’s about as naked as the truth gets, but throughout the ages most have not found much comfort in it. It may be true, but it isn’t a very interesting story, and mostly we’d rather have good stories to live within.

Buddhism

Buddhism was born out of Hinduism about 2500 years ago, and it has a thousand stories, myths, images – something for everyone. You can see today’s Buddhists lining up in temples throughout Thailand paying the monks to make lucky charm bracelets for them, like the Rosary beads many Catholics use, or the St. Christopher statues they used to have on the dashboards of their car as supernatural lucky charms. They have the costumes, the saffron robes, the shaved heads, begging bowls, and a hundred other props that give Buddhism its rich tapestry of colors and customs. And for most Buddhists, reincarnation still means, as it does for most Hindus, another life – with consciousness.

But under the wonderful myths and images, Buddhism tells the naked truth more bluntly than any religion in the world. Our suffering in life, the Buddha said, comes from the fact that we live in illusions. And waking up – Buddhism is about waking up – means outgrowing our need for illusions, including our comforting ones.

And on what can you lean? What do the Buddhists give you at their most blunt level? A famous story tells it.

A student came to a Buddhist monastery to live and study. He was very anxious about finding the center of life, that on which he could lean, when he saw the Teacher of the order. “Tell me, Master,” he pleaded, “What is the Buddha?” The master studied him for a second, and said “The Buddha is the mind.”

For ten years, the young man studied everything about the mind that he could. He gained a lot of knowledge, certain that somehow this knowledge would add up to a foundation of rock on which he could stand securely forevermore. His anxiety went away. And ten years later, he returned for a second meeting with the Master. “Master,” he said, “ten years ago you told me the Buddha was the Mind, and I have learned much pursuing this great insight. Can you now give me a more advanced lesson?”

“Yes,” said the Master: “There is no Mind, and there is no Buddha.”

“But then why did you tell me there was?”

“I told you that because your baby was crying. I said it to help stop your frightened baby from crying. Now you are older, and are ready for the truth: there is no Buddha, there is no Mind.”

In other words, there is nothing to seek that will make a foundation, because no foundation is needed. You are here, you are now, this is it. Accept it as a gift. Accept yourself as a gift. Stop looking for something special, something hidden. This is it, and like it or not, it is enough. No illusions are needed. There is no consciousness after death; the quality of our life is determined most of all by how we live, and it is enough.

It’s a stark message, but then like the Master in this story, Buddhism offers enough myths and stories to keep your “baby” from crying, so that everyone can find a path that fits them. You like the naked truth? Fine. You prefer the story with the Buddha and the Mind? Also fine.

Taoism

About the same time the Buddha lived, the great Chinese sage Lao Tzu was writing his Tao te Ching. Here too is the voice of liberal religion, done pretty starkly, though with more comfort than just hearing that there’s nothing and it’s ok.

“When you realize there is nothing lacking,” Lao Tzu said, “the whole world belongs to you.” (The Tao te Ching, translated by Stephen Mitchell [Harper Perenniel, 1988], #44) This is like the Hindu saying that there’s nothing after death but the impersonal recycling of atoms.

But our comfort in life is realizing that there is a simple Way that things run, and that our life will be happiest if we are in harmony with this Way, or Tao.

“The great Way is easy, yet people prefer the side paths,” Lao Tzu writes. “Be aware when things are out of balance. Stay centered within the Tao. When rich speculators prosper while farmers lose their land; when government officials spend money on weapons instead of cures; when the upper class is extravagant and irresponsible while the poor have nowhere to turn – all this is robbery and chaos. It is not in keeping with the Tao.” (#53) No, that’s not from yesterday’s editorial page; it’s from 2500 years ago, from a completely different culture, but arising from exactly the same kind of human nature and timeless human condition.

“Let the Tao be present in your life and you will become genuine. Let it be present in your family and your family will flourish. Let it be present in your country and your country will be an example to all countries in the world. Let it be present in the universe and the universe will sing. How do I know this is true? By looking inside myself.” (#54) There’s that message again: inside, outside, all connected, and it is enough, right here and now.

“All streams flow to the sea because it is lower than they are. Humility gives it its power.” (#66) Jesus would have recognized this wisdom immediately.

And finally, one of the finest teachings in any of the world’s religions:

“What is a good man but a bad man’s teacher? What is a bad man but a good man’s job? If you don’t understand this, you will get lost, however intelligent you are. It is the great secret.” (#27)

All of this is the spirit of liberal religion in all times and places, because it is about how to live wisely and well in the only human life we will have.

Confucius

K’ung-fu-tzu lived about 551-479 BC. Like all these paths, Confucianism deserves – and has been given – hundreds of volumes rather than a few paragraphs. Some feel it is not really a religion because there are no deities or prescribed rituals. But it does belong in the tradition of liberal religion, which is concerned with living wisely and well.

One of the old Master’s many sayings that springs from his recognition of the power of authenticity is, “A man should practice what he preaches, but a man should also preach what he practices.” We know the first half – but to do the second half requires that we’re actually living within the authenticity we preach.

Some years ago after speaking about some of these topics of existential religion – liberal religion – a man came up to me excitedly and said “You need to read my book!” He gave me his card; he was an emeritus professor of Chinese studies at Columbia named William deBary. His book was on a subject I would never have picked off the shelf: 13th Century Neo-Confucianism.

Yet he was right. For the central concept in this era’s Confucianism was what they called “living for one’s self” – where the correct “self” was the larger one consisting in ourselves, our society, and the art of interrelationships that can make our social life smooth and harmonious. One more path and dimension to living more wisely and well here and now.

And I’m reminded of another Confucian story I read long ago from a source I’ve completely forgotten. It was about some sophisticated students who had paid good money to study with an internationally renowned Master. They expected the story without “tigers,” especially from such a man as this. Yet in his first talk with them, he repeatedly mentioned a kind of “magic” on which he said everything depended.

This was outrageous, and very un-Confucian, they thought! With some edge to his voice, one student dared to challenge the Master, explaining that they were not children, nor were they superstitious peasants, and that if he was going to use a word as old-fashioned as “magic,” they would greatly appreciate it if he might explain what he meant, in a way they could understand and respect.

“Ah,” said the teacher, perhaps not expecting this challenge. “Well then, we can do that. But it is not a quick matter, and my throat is dry.” Then, turning to a student sitting near him, he said “I wonder if you would get me a glass of water?”

When the student returned, the Master took a long drink of water, set the glass down, and said “That was magic.” He did my bidding, without being coerced, without feeling demeaned or ordered about. He did it without threats, because he wanted to, and both he and I – and I suspect most of you – felt good about that asking for and getting a glass of water. No force, no trickery, just an honest and respectful request, and it was done quickly and happily. That is magic. And without learning that kind of magic, our lives together will be strained, even dismal.”

But the “magic” wasn’t supernatural or otherworldly. It was the mastery of the kind of respectful authenticity that make all social interactions fluid and gratifying. It is in complete harmony with the kind of “Way” that Taoism is about. It is liberal religion without the tigers but with the magic.

The Greeks

Plato brought this spirit into Western civilization with all of his teachings on how to live wisely and well – and again, he did it without using any gods. We were as complete as we needed, and just needed to learn how to pursue what is good rather than lesser things. You can hear the lessons of Karma here, or seeking the Tao, the Way.

We could go on through all of Western history from Plato to the present, and find many more thinkers, both religious and secular, who carried this same spirit. And I’ll do some of that other times. But for now, I want to comment on something I’ve been hinting at, and make it explicit.

Like all religions, the liberal style comes with a choice of languages. You can either hear the straight truth, stripped of all its poetry, imaginative stories and myths, or you can take it wrapped in myths, which give a warmer, more friendly form to it. Though to do that, we must learn to be mythically musical, to learn these most fertile and imaginative vehicles for expressing truths that pass understanding. And we’re often not good at that, so we sound unimaginative and sterile to those from richer traditions.

I’m reminded of Bruno Bettleheim’s classic book The Uses of Enchantment, in which he explains that the role fairy tales play in a child’s development is to give them pre-rational or sub-rational structures for integrating powerful emotions, years before they are mature enough to integrate them rationally. So a “wicked stepmother” offers an acceptable channel for a thought unthinkable to a five-year-old: that they sometimes hate their mother and think she’s an evil witch. This is the role that imagination plays throughout our lives. It is one of the most essential tools for growing into liberal religions of any era.

I read a book a few years ago that made this point about magic in a wonderful way. It was the 2001 book Life of Pi, by Canadian author Yann Martel. It is the story of a 16-year-old Indian boy adrift for 227 days in a large lifeboat, accompanied – according to the story – by a 450-lb. Bengal tiger.

Now that’s unbelievable, and turns out to be untrue. But it’s a better story than the truth, which was naked and brutal. The truth was that the boy and his family were moving from India to Canada, when their ship sank. His father was drowned. He, his mother, a cook and a passenger with a broken leg wound up in a large lifeboat. As food ran out, the cook killed the wounded passenger to eat. Pi’s mother was appalled, and shouted at the cook about his barbarism, so he murdered her too, even cut off her head and threw it overboard. Pi then murdered the cook with his own butcher knife, and after disposing of the bodies, including the headless body of his mother, he was alone in the lifeboat for nearly eight months.

Here is a boy who has lost both parents, watched his mother being murdered, then in turn kills her killer, and is left alone – to face losing his family, the brutal murder, and his own capacity to kill. You could say that something deep within him was awakened. Something ancient, powerful and wild, a dark side that he had to learn to master or it could destroy him. Speaking in merely factual or psychological terms doesn’t do justice to the power or the terror of this thing that has awakened within him, and that saved his life. And so instead, this naked story of brutality, murder, more murder and survival became the story of a boy alone in a lifeboat with a 450-lb. Bengal Tiger that he must learn to master, lest it destroy him.

The truth, you could say, is that he had everything in him needed to survive, including the capacity, when necessary, to kill. The truth was that he was now alone in the world, with bloody memories almost impossible to incorporate without nightmares. But the truth made an awful story, and not one with much room to live in.

When he finally made it to the shores of South America, the tiger disappeared, and he was met by two men from the company that owned the ship that had sunk. They wanted to know what happened, and how he survived. He told them the story with the tiger, and they didn’t believe him. So he told them the brutal story, and they realized the awful truth. Then he said Look, I have told you two stories, one with a tiger and one without a tiger. Neither story explains why your ship went down. So now: which story do you want? The one with the tiger, or the one without the tiger? The men said they would write it up as a story about a boy and a tiger.

Yet you can’t accuse Pi of living in fantasy or illusion. He knew the truth. But he wanted a more imaginative story to carry it in, and a less naked and brutal one.

Do you want the truth? Here’s one way to tell it. The truth is that there is no consciousness after death. There is no mind and no Buddha, no heaven or hell. It’s here, or it’s nowhere. You’re fully awake only when you can give up even your comforting illusions, and the only magic is the magic we can create together. We also have everything we need. We are adequate to the tasks of life. That’s one way to say it. It’s pretty ho-hum.

Or you could say that we are all parts of God, parts of the infinite and eternal powers of the universe, created from joy, bathed in joy, and wrapped in joy until the very end of time. And all, all, is blessed. All is holy, and we are essential parts of all that is holy.

Both these stories carry the truths of that spirit of liberal religion that was first born in the human soul close to three thousand years ago.

That’s the good news. It’s the news of liberal religion in all ages. It can set you free. You don’t have to check your brain at the door. You don’t have to check your heart at the door. And, for the record, you don’t have to check your imagination at the door, either.

The liberal religious message will work told straight and naked for some few people. It will work just as well – and for more people – enshrined in a myth to live by, a story with a comforting and challenging role for us. As long as you remember that the story isn’t really about the tigers or the myths, you can choose. In liberal religion, you don’t have to check your brain at the door, or your heart. You don’t have to check your imagination at the door either, or your childlike ability to enter into useful fictions. And so think about it this week: do you want the truth that can set you free with or without tigers?

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© Davidson Loehr 2005

18 September 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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PRAYER:

Jack Harris-Bonham, Ministerial Intern

Mystery of many names and mystery beyond all naming, we present ourselves to you in this moment. We acknowledge that life is a lot bigger than any of us. We remember connections; we see familiar faces, smiles and hugs all around, some coffee, some cake. This feeling of being together, this feeling of community reminds us of something.

Some of us come from a hectic week in which being in touch with the presence of the moment escaped us. Some of us feel fine about the week, but we still wait for the other shoe to drop. That nagging feeling that any moment it, whatever we’re attached to, whatever we so desperately want will all go up in smoke.

We let go now of all that has followed us throughout the week. We give it up! Our burdens, helium filled, drift off our shoulders. We watch them as they float toward the clouds, smaller, smaller, and then suddenly … they are gone. We take a deep breath and let it all out. Another breath … another exhalation. We are nearing home. We see it just ahead. It’s that place we know so well. It’s safe there, comfortable. We’re at home and from home all life’s difficulties are simply the scenery of our lives, nothing more.

We know the place. We recognize it when we’re there.

For it is from this place that compassion arises. We can’t be truly home, until we realize that everyone – so-called enemies, those we secretly dislike – they have all come home with us.

Out of this realization, help us unnamed Mystery, to walk the way fully awake. And don’t let us look away, for as surely as we are witness and audience, so too, the world is witness and audience to us.

The Mystery is within us, just as we are within the Mystery. Help us then, unnamed Mystery, to find our home, and to find ourselves.

Amen.

SERMON: Who is Your Audience?

All the world’s a stage,

 And all the men and women merely players:

 They have their exits and their entrances;

 And one man in his time plays many parts…

(Shakespeare, “As You Like It,” Act II, scene 7)

A lot of us learned that bit of Shakespeare somewhere in school, but the language is so lovely it’s easy to forget that it’s also true. I doubt that any of us is aware of all the different parts we play in our lives, or all the different kinds of audiences we play to.

The Greeks had a custom that could make it easier for us to keep track of who we’re being at any given moment, and even though it’s pretty impractical, it’s also pretty vivid.

In ancient Greece, plays were performed in amphitheaters for t housands of people at a time, many of them fairly far from the stage – I’ve heard from tourists who visited one amphitheater that seated 13,000. So the actors sometimes carried large faces of their characters on a stick in front of them, so the audience could see which role they were playing. That’s quite an image, carrying your mask, your persona, around in front of you, super-sized. Can you visualize what your office would look like if everyone had to hold up the mask they were pretending to be at the moment? Or your home? Or your relationship? Or you? It doesn’t take long for this to get a little uncomfortable, does it?

The audiences cheered for the characters, not the actors: they cheered for actors who could play roles well, who could change into the persona shown on their masks. We still do that. One part of playing a role is playing to an audience, and you could even say that each kind of role we play is played to a different audience. Let’s look at a few of the masks we wear:

1. A teen-aged girl, in great physical shape, gorgeous, wearing the coolest clothes (and the right brand names), just the right jewelry, embodying, playing, the right image of a cool, attractive young woman. She’s playing not just to an audience of her peers, but an audience of her peers who know the rules of that role, which clothes matter, the connoisseurs of the young cool look. It’s a performance, and when she wows her audience, she knows it.

2. The older man in a $1,000 Armani suit and Rolls Royce, wearing the right kind of suave look is also playing a role, showing he has won at the game of financial success, he has made it. He’s not playing to the same audience as the girl, but to an audience of his peers, those who know that the car cost a bundle, that the mask he’s holding up in front of him is the mask of a hugely successful man, the hero of that sort of play: the kind Business Week might feature.

3. The hostess welcoming guests into her home, a home just dripping with Feng Shui, caressing you with subtle colors and textures, carefully and tastefully chosen furniture and just the right sort of paintings and sculptures, making the whole house a kind of mask held up to show a complete mastery of a certain kind of style and class. She’s not playing to the teenaged girl’s audience, and while the man could get out of his Rolls Royce and be comfortable in her house, she’s really playing to her peers, too, who know enough about the subtle arts of home décor to realize just how superbly she has done it. And she warms to their appreciation, given not in applause but in awed looks and compliments.

4. Or the child trying to be good, to please her parents, showing off good schoolwork, good art work, wanting her parents to see her soccer game or her middle school band concert. Probably without thinking of it, she’s hoping she plays her role as daughter well enough to – well, sometimes to earn their love, sometimes to earn their respect, sometimes just to do a good job playing this assigned role.

5. Our roles aren’t all positive. Teen-ages gang members, even in violent gang activities, are playing to an audience of other gang members. They wear the prescribed costumes, jewelry, maybe tattoos that mark them as members of this gang rather than others. Soldiers have many similarities. And high school kids who shout that they are radical individuals often wear the right costume, the costume of radical individuals approved by their peers, as they play for their audience’s approval. Those who have been in combat situations know that soldiers aren’t fighting for truth, freedom or the American Way. They’re fighting in front of the audience of their buddies, not wanting to disgrace themselves in the performance of this role.

6. Or a preacher, trying to invoke and evoke the presence of an attitude of seriousness, depth, trying to convince people he’s got a handle on what’s sacred and what isn’t – he’s also playing to an audience, and hopefully it’s one larger than the one in front of him. It’s the audience, probably in his mind, of those who know that worship services are meant to be a combination of reverence and relevance, challenge and comfort, done with the right kind of voice, body language and attitude.

I included my own role in the list because I want you to know that I don’t think there’s anything wrong with playing many roles to many audiences. They provide the background and the context for how we play our lives. Most young girls want to feel pretty, attractive and sexy, want to know that they can grow from the girl role to the woman role without feeling geeky. Those roles, in the right clothes and hairstyle, can ease them into some of the roles they’ll play as women.

The successful businessman might not know how to act like a successful businessman without the sense of a role, and might not know how to communicate his status to those who don’t know him. He worked hard for it; you can’t blame him for wanting to flaunt it a bit.

And if you’ve been in homes decorated by gifted hostesses, you know it feels great, and you’ve probably been among those in their audience who applauded the setting they created. I think such homes are almost magical, and a wonderful environment to be in.

The child – well, all children play these roles, just as we did. I had my “Little Man” role to play around my father, a different flavored role when I wanted to impress my mother, and still different roles with my brother, and my friends. It’s how we build our repertoire of moves in life, how we learn to steer our way through social circles as though we know what we’re doing. We couldn’t do much in many areas without having mastered a lot of those parts Shakespeare talked about.

With gang members, warriors, it can take on a dark and dangerous aspect, as they also want the approval of the audience that knows just how tough guys are supposed to look, talk and act. This often includes a toughness, even an indifference, to the suffering the cause others.

And I think you’re glad that I mostly act like a preacher when I’m up here, rather than fumbling around, slurring my words, looking down at the manuscript all the time and so on. All these roles are important. They’re part of how we try to please our several audiences.

And we know, or should know, that we’re playing roles, that we are an actor playing an appropriate role for the occasion. And once you get the feel for the many parts we all play, you can spot them just as though we were all carrying those big faces on sticks, like the Greek actors did.

If we don’t know the difference between the actor and the role, then we may not know the difference between what we do and who we are. I know that the movie “Batman Begins” says that “It’s not who you are deep down; it’s what you do that defines you.” But when you’re doing what you should do to be defined as a decent and honorable person, you are playing to a different audience than when you’re just fighting bad guys. And then it isn’t the character that matters, but the actor: who you are deep down.

There’s an old Jewish story this, told many ways. Rabbi Schwartz was taking a ribbing from his friend Smith, who was a great surgeon, Roberts, a distinguished scholar, and Rubenstein, a great musician. “Don’t you think you should have done more with your life?” they would ask. “You could have been a surgeon, or scholar, or musician instead of just a rabbi. Doesn’t it feel inadequate to you? Rabbi Schwartz said that no, it didn’t feel inadequate to him – though it felt inadequate in front of this audience. But he said that when he stands before his Maker, he will not be asked why he wasn’t a great surgeon or scholar or musician. He will be asked whether he was the best Rabbi Schwartz he could have been. And that, he said, is the audience he’s really trying to please.

There’s the distinction between the actor and the roles, and the distinction between the “B” level audience and the “A” level audience. In Western religion, most people think of this ultimate audience as standing before God, as they think of living as God would want them to live. The Greeks didn’t put it in God-terms in their Golden Age, but in terms of owing obedience to the highest ideals of the culture, which they relied on to help create the noblest kinds of people. The Romans didn’t put it in God-talk either by the end centuries of the Roman Empire. They said you should live “under the gaze of eternity”: as though all the greatest, noblest people who had ever lived or would ever live were watching you. Then, they said, do only what you would do in front of that kind of an audience.

There’s another story about this, a parable collected by a man named Anthony de Mello, one of the great collectors of spiritual stories from all over the world.

A woman in a coma was dying. She suddenly had a feeling that she was taken up to heaven and stood before the Judgment Seat.

“Who are you?” a Voice said to her.

“I’m the wife of the mayor,” she replied.

“I did not ask whose wife you are but who you are.”

“I’m the mother of four children.”

“I did not ask whose mother you are, but who you are.”

“I’m a schoolteacher.”

“I did not ask what your profession is but who you are.”

And so it went. No matter what she replied, she did not seem to give a satisfactory answer to the question, “Who are you?”

“I’m a Christian.”

“I did not ask what your religion is but who you are.”

“I’m the one who went to church every day and always helped the poor and needy.”

“I did not ask what you did but who you are.”

She evidently failed the examination, for she was sent back to life. When she recovered from her illness, she was determined to find out who she was. And that made all the difference.

– Anthony de Mello, Taking Flight, p. 140

She answered questions about who she was with answers about the roles she played, the collection of masks she owned. But here, she was playing to a higher kind of audience, asking about the actor, not the roles wanting a higher kind of authenticity than just that of her being a wife, mother, teacher, Christian or the rest of it – even though those can all be good and important roles.

Friday night, about seventy-five of us watched a wonderful movie called “The Movie Hero,” about a cast of characters who hadn’t found the right audience to play to, and the lead character who had found his audience, but couldn’t find the right role to play before this audience who wanted him to be the hero of his story. After the movie, the discussion lasted for about forty-five minutes, because everyone there could recognize some dimensions of their life and the lives of those closest to them in this cast of characters.

(“The Movie Hero” is among the films our church owns through our subscription to the Spiritual Cinema Circle – http://www.spiritualcinemacircle.com/. We show spiritual movies on the third Friday of each month, and have an “Uppity Movie Night” on the first Fridays, where we feature films about society, the economy, the war and so on.)

This isn’t about blaming ourselves for not being perfectly noble people. It isn’t about holding up one more yardstick that will find us wanting. It’s about reminding ourselves that the actor is more important than the roles we play, and if we forget that for too long, the roles may take over the actor, which can give our story a very sad ending.

Rachel Naomi Remen, a gifted physician in the San Francisco area, has written two books filled with stories about what matters most in life, and I want to share one of her stories with you – a true story from her own experience.

She attended the retirement dinner for a medical school faculty member while she was in medical school. He was internationally known for his contributions to medical science. “Later in the evening,” she writes, “a group of medical students went to speak to him and offer him our congratulations and admiration. He was gracious. One of our number asked him if he had any words for us now at the beginning of our careers, anything he thought we should know. He hesitated. But then he told us that despite his professional success and recognition he felt he knew nothing more about life now than he had at the beginning. That he was no wiser. His face became withdrawn, even sad. “It has slipped through my fingers,” he said.

“None of us understood what he meant. Talking about it afterwards, I attributed it to modesty. Some of the others wondered if he had at last become senile. Now, almost thirty-five years later, my heart goes out to him.”

(Kitchen Table Wisdom, pp. 205-206)

Wearing his doctor mask, he had played to appreciative audiences his whole career. Only when he looked back on it, he realized it had been the role that had been developed, not the actor, and life had slipped through his fingers.

And sometimes, when people feel like personal failures, like it has slipped through their fingers, they get bitter, and try to poison the hopes and dreams of others. We have all known people like this, and they can be quite destructive. The people who delight in bursting others’ balloons, mocking their hopes because they are so empty inside and the emptiness hurts because they never found their audience, never found the right audience, never grew into the kind of person who knew who they were and were proud of it.

We all know cynics who tear down everything hopeful and good anyone puts forth, and use that destructive little role as an identity. But it’s the screaming lack of an adequate identity, not a real one. It’s the painful cry masquerading as a self. It’s the painful and dangerous cry from the forces playing to an audience drawn from the Dark Side, from the minions of Lord Sauron, from Voldemort, and those who are held in thrall by them.

How and where do you find an audience that cares whether you’re true to your best self rather than giving in to the trolls and demons that haunt you? What will lead you to a life you’ll be glad to have lived? What if you develop talent, succeed, and identify with your success rather than with your character, your soul?

We are born into a world that always tilts toward life and hope, and our deepest challenge is to adopt that tilt toward life and hope, to become eager servants of the best kind of life, the life that serves and heals the life within and around us, so that we won’t look back after many years and say “It slipped through my fingers.”

Where to find the kind of audience that expects the best from us? If we serve the gods of our culture, we will live to succeed, gain wealth, power, and seek the endorsement of our society as a sign that we’ve won in the rat race. Most of us do that, at least in part, and it mostly works, at least in part.

But as that great American philosopher Lily Tomlin said, “Even if you win in the rat race, you’re still a rat!” Even if you win at the game, is it enough? If you please an audience of rats or functionaries or repressed people, is it enough?

When you stand before the mirror at those times of your life when honesty invades and makes the rules and you must take account of yourself, it will not matter a great deal whether you played this or that role well. It will matter whether you were the best you possible, not what you imitated. It will matter whether you played yourself well. And the only audience finally worth playing to is the audience that believes there is something precious and singular in you that needs to be offered to the world.

Because there is. You are the only person in the world with the unique combination of quirks, gifts and style that you have: the only one. What a loss it would be to the world if you never put the mask down long enough to find the actor inside and bring him or her to light and to fruition. What a shame it would be if we focused so hard on the roles we must play that when we reach the end we realize that life slipped through our fingers. The audience that matters most dearly hopes you will do it, because they want you to be the hero of your unique story.

Don’t waste your “A” game on “B” audiences. At its best, this church is one of those better audiences that will prefer the actor to the characters. I try to preach from and to those places that listen for the better angels of our nature, that help us find the Buddha-seed, the God-seed that’s within us.

Because I don’t want, and you don’t want, life to slip through your fingers. You want life to be all over your fingers, all over your body, soaked deep into your mind, warming the very depths of your heart.

You want this, so that when the person whose opinion means the most asks “Were you true to your best self? Were you animated by love rather than envy or hate, by compassion rather than condescension, by understanding rather than prejudice” – and the other questions that will come up on that sort of existential exam – you want to be able to raise your head and say “Yes. Yes. I was not perfect, but I tried as well as I knew how to be a person of integrity and character, and a small blessing to the people whose lives I touched as I passed through life. I tried to make, and to be, a positive difference. And it was enough. It was enough.”

The applause won’t come from outside. It will come from the opinion that is finally the most important in your world. It will come from inside, because it’s your own most honest opinion that matters so deeply. It will be a silent kind of applause; but the noise from that silent applause can be deafening.

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Davidson Loehr

11 September 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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Prayer

Let us pray with our words, our hearts, and our resources. We’ll share our resources later in the service, but let’s begin by opening our hearts.

We hear of the continuing loss of life in Iraq, and wonder what to tell our soldiers if they return. Can we honestly tell them that the deaths and disfiguring injuries they received were justified by an illegal war sold to us through outright lies? That our lust for oil and military location was worth their sacrifices? And the more than 100,000 Iraqi citizens we asked our troops to kill – what was served by their deaths that was worth their lives?

At home, resources were diverted from strengthening levees in New Orleans known to be a danger for the past six years. The money was sent to Iraq. A hurricane came that everyone knew was coming. Many news personnel were evacuated several days before the public was warned to leave.

Yet still, we came with no food, no water and no apparent concern. The president’s mother, characteristically, laughed off the suffering of those stranded in Houston, saying they were poor anyway, so this isn’t so bad for them. And her son, the president, seems to show that the apple does not fall far from the tree.

These tragedies cry out for attention, even outrage. So many ways to spread the blame or remain in denial. Yet when the dust clears from the war and the flood waters recede from the Gulf Coast, there remain thousands and thousands of our brothers and sisters lying dead, and ten times that number suffering the loss of those they loved, those who loved them.

Religious voices are saying “We can only hope and pray, it’s in God’s hands.” We can hope and pray, and that might make us feel better. But we also have hands, and much of what must come is in our hands. And so let us hope and pray that these tragedies will end as well as they can. We never want to lose hope, so let us hope.

But not only hope. Not only hope.

Amen.

SERMON: Size Matters!

“By size I mean the stature of one’s soul, the range and depth of one’s love, one’s capacity for relationships. I mean the volume of life you can take into your being and still maintain your integrity and individuality, the intensity and variety of outlook you can entertain in the unity of your being without feeling defensive or insecure. I mean the strength of your spirit to encourage others to become freer in the development of their diversity and uniqueness. I mean the power to sustain more complex and enriching tensions. I mean the magnanimity of concern to provide conditions that enable others to increase in stature. To me, this is the fundamental category, this is the essential principle.” This is the size that matters.

This paragraph was written over thirty years ago by a liberal theologian named Bernard Loomer. He was the Dean of the University of Chicago Divinity School for a decade, then finished his career teaching religion in California, where he also began attending, and joined, a Unitarian church. Some may think he was one of us because he once joined a Unitarian church. I don’t care what his official religion was; I think he was one of us because he understood just how – and what kind of – size matters.

Today is the beginning of our annual pledge drive, and I want to talk to you about what religion is, what a healthy church is about, and why you should support generously whatever church you attend regularly. And I’ve decided to do all this by talking with you about this notion of size. So first I’m going to do the pitch, and then I’ll spend the rest of our time together explaining why these things matter so much, and why they should matter to you.

I read a story this week about a boy who wanted to help survivors of the Hurricane Katrina, so he sent some supplies, and also sent his $2 allowance to help with the disaster relief efforts. Just two dollars. The story was treated as cute. I also read this week that Sam Walton donated $23 million to the disaster relief efforts, and was praised by President Bush as a great philanthropist. But Sam Walton’s net worth is about $90 billion. If the average American family donated the same percentage of their net worth, it would be less than $8.00. Sam Walton’s gift sounds big. But it’s like most of us giving $8.00, which doesn’t sound very generous at all. So for this boy to donate $2, his whole allowance, is hundreds of times more generous than the Walton family was.

When we hear this story, we hear the boy as part of something big, not a boy-sized thing. If the boy had just said “Ah yes, I feel your pain,” I’m not sure we’d care much. But he got possessed by a very big spirit of compassion, and it made him a bigger person, opened him up, and he became a bigger person, far beyond his years, and far more generous than the richest man in the world.

And all his caring, all his praying, wouldn’t have helped a single family. That takes money.

Last week, closer to home, our own 4th and 5th grade boys baked cookies and sold them to help with the disaster relief. They raised $200.

Conservatives laugh at liberals when we talk about money, saying we’re all talk and no action because we don’t support our churches at a very high rate. They say, as many have told me over the years, that this just proves that liberals don’t believe in anything really worth supporting. We ask for 5% of your pre-tax income as a pledge – half a tithe. But we’re really averaging less than 2%. The First Baptist Church downtown has around 800 members and a budget triple ours. They’re a pretty liberal Baptist church – they withdrew from the SBC a few years back, and their minister’s wife has been here several times to attend some of the liberal social causes that meet here. Their members come from the same socio-economic slice of Austin that you all do. Yet they can do things we can barely dream of.

It’s not right. Our rightful place in this community is as a leader church and we’re not likely to do it without a healthy and responsible level of financial giving.

We count only about six hundred members here, meaning they have signed the membership book and made a financial contribution during the past year. But if you count everyone who has signed the membership book, we have over 900 members. Several hundred people attend here fairly regularly, and don’t contribute money to help pay the bills, and help the church realize its potential.

Don’t do that! Don’t do it to this church, and don’t do it to yourselves. I want you to join with us fully: not as a spectator, but as a full member and participant. Don’t stand back. Join fully with us. Invest your energy here. Invest your money here. Invest your spirit here. Choose really to be a part of this community of seekers. Join us fully. Come all the way in to this church.

The grown-ups, the adults, need to support it financially. It’s walking the talk, putting our money where our mouth and our values are. It’s consecrating our money and our energy to the search for size and for light that makes this church so special.

Now let’s talk about why all of this matters so much.

At its best, every religion is about this kind of size

Some religions make God big and you absorb some bigness second hand by worshiping God, like the moon is bright only by reflecting light that came from the sun. This is like identifying with your college on game day, or your country in war, feeling bigger as part of a bigger identity. All UT fans feel a little bigger today, after the UT football team, ranked #2 in the country, beat Ohio State, ranked #4, in the first meeting ever between these teams. As a University of Michigan alumnus, I’m glad Texas won, too – in spite of what Texas did to Michigan in the Rose Bowl! That’s a certain kind of bigness, but it’s limited: we don’t care a bit how they may feel in Columbus, Ohio today. So it’s a pretty local, and constrained, kind of size.

It’s like this in religion, too. You cozy up only to your own little club rather than the bigger purpose they’re supposed to be serving. Then everyone in other clubs is condemned because they’re not in your club – and then you’ve missed the whole point of religion. Baptists condemn others to their hell; Catholics say there is no salvation outside the church. And people who support them with their time and money are sometimes paying not to seek truth or authenticity, but merely certainty, safety. And those are so much smaller things.

Here, we say – though it is true everywhere, whether people say it or not – that you are not damned, ever. You have faults. You have done things you shouldn’t have done, and hurt people you shouldn’t have hurt. We all have. We don’t want to be that way, and we work toward offering more light than heat. But we are never condemned by our faults. That’s a different approach to life, and to religion. It’s valuable to have this kind of option, isn’t it?

And when we support causes and ideals like this, they raise us up and make us bigger, too. They can consecrate us, as we consecrate our money to supporting them.

“Consecrate” is a wonderful old word we don’t use much any more. The dictionary says it means to make holy, to set aside as holy. A Catholic Encyclopedia says only a priest can consecrate things, but this is not true. In the early church, members used to bring even their household items to church to be consecrated: their hammers, pots and pans, regular household tools. What that meant was that these things were dedicated to the service of God, wherever they were being used. Then they took them home again. But now when they were building or baking, they weren’t just doing it for themselves. They were doing it for the glory of God. That’s consecration. It increased the size of the imaginative world within which they lived almost infinitely.

And there’s a great story about this from a later time. In the 12th century, when the great cathedrals were being built in France, a tourist once went into one of these huge buildings. Over at one side were carpenters, and he said to them “What are you doing?” They looked at him like he was an idiot, and said “Can’t you see? We’re carpenters. We’re building pews!” Then he went to the glass cutters who were painstakingly piecing together one of the monstrous stained-glass windows. Again he asked “What are you doing?” And again, they laughed and said they were assembling a window.

Then over on the other side was a peasant woman with a broom, cleaning up after the carpenters and glass workers. Of her too, he asked “What are you doing?” The woman stopped sweeping, stood up to her full height, and announced proudly to him “Me? Why I am building a magnificent cathedral to the greater glory of God!” Her job was bigger than the jobs of the carpenters and glaziers. Not “bigger” in the sense that it was more important to the cathedral, but in the sense that it was more important to her. She lived in a world where her simple act of sweeping was part of a magnificent service to God. And activities of that size absolutely bless us.

The great mythologist Joseph Campbell used a more modern metaphor to talk about small and great spiritual size, by comparing light bulbs with Light. You look up above, and you’ll see a lot of light bulbs that are on. But sitting here, you’re not aware of them. What you’re aware of is the light that comes from all of them. If one went out, if one or two more came on, you probably wouldn’t notice. And I suspect nobody here cares a bit about what brand those light bulbs are. We’re not here to look at the bulbs; we need light.

Religions are like this too, Campbell said. Each religion is like one light bulb that offers light to the world. But nobody else really cares about the brand name of the religions, any more than we care about the brand names of the bulbs above us. Their purpose is to provide light, not draw attention to themselves.

Now looking out at you, I don’t see light bulbs, but heads. But here too, you could say, Well, it’s a couple hundred heads, each doing their own thing. Or you could say No, here are a couple hundred heads all tuned into the words they’re hearing, hoping those words from this preacher in front might do for them what the light bulbs above are doing: giving them light they can use. And the preacher’s job is to serve the greater glory of light and enlightenment, not call attention to him- or herself. Here are two or three hundred people seeking light, opening themselves to its possibility. If you put it that way, we’re all involved in something much bigger. Then it isn’t about me or what I believe or say. It’s about whether and to what extent you can participate in the shedding of light, and can find some to catch in your imagination and take home with you, to tend to, to nurture, to ponder, to see what might be brought into your own life to make you grow in size.

Too often, religions don’t understand what they are supposed to be doing. They stay small rather than trying to become big. They think it’s about the light bulbs.

I experienced this in a ceremony at City Hall downtown a few months ago, and know some of you were there, too. Your reactions to it may have been different from mine. But to me, it was a very weird and disappointing ceremony. They brought together representatives of many different religious traditions, to offer our several blessings to the city and the City Council in their new building. I think they were asking for light, and bringing the individual lights in to offer it – maybe wondering if we had any light to offer.

But what happened was very disappointing to me. A Christian woman stood and read a confessional statement from her faith. Then, while she was speaking, a Buddhist began reciting something in another language. Then a Jewish cantor sang, very loudly, something in Hebrew. Then another and another and another. Here, a woman who defined herself as a wiccan came in costume and went through dramatic gestures with her arms. There, another, also in costume, chanting a chant no one else could understand. I wanted to shout that this isn’t about you! We’re not here to look at you! We’re here to see if you have anything to offer to people outside your club besides a chance to see you perform.

The idea was to be that here we have this wide variety of religions in Austin. But then all of them took this moment to shine their light not on the city, not on the City Council, not on those in attendance, but merely on themselves. It was as though they were all, one after another, shouting, “Now look at me! Now look at me!” They acted as though religions really are merely little clubs where club members dress and talk in idiosyncratic ways that those outside the club can’t understand, rather than little lights whose sacred mission is to help light both our individual and communal paths. It felt like a pep rally for a bunch of teams I wasn’t interested in rooting for because they were too self-absorbed.

You can’t light a path for others if each person shines their flashlight only on themselves. It gives religion a bad name, and makes us smaller.

Yes, they probably each have some light for the members of their club, expressed in ways that only those in their club can really understand, judging from the City Hall ceremony. But as the Buddhists have taught us, each religion is like a finger pointing at the moon, at the Light. And once you realize that, you realize that there isn’t anything special about any religion except its ability to point to a light that shines not just on its own club members, but on everyone. And that’s rare. How many times have you heard a church define itself and its religion that way?

(After this service, a couple people asked me, understandably, what I had said at the City Hall occasion. I’ve attached those remarks at the end of this sermon.)

We’re going to have an exercise in trying to offer something to the world outside our walls right after the sermon, when we take our offering. The entire offering this morning will be given to help people hit by Hurricane Katrina. Half of the collection will go to a UUA fund set up to help the thirteen UU churches damaged or destroyed, and some of their members who are now without a home. The other half will go into a restricted fund that we will use to help some of the families that have been relocated to Austin. At last count, we had over 4,000 survivors of Hurricane Katrina in Austin, and they will be here for several or many months. It’s the kind of challenge that asks whether we are here to shine our light only on ourselves, or to help enlighten the world beyond our walls.

You know we could sit here and pray for them and hold them in our hearts, and it wouldn’t help them one bit. Helping them takes money for food, rent, clothes and all the rest. The same is true of helping and supporting a church.

Our society has seldom needed strong liberal institutions as it needs them now, and the work of any good church can not be done on loose change and one-dollar bills, or even five-dollar bills.

I want to read you that paragraph on size that we began with. This is what religion is about here, what we are after, what we are trying to do with ourselves and with you. It’s a remarkable statement, let’s listen to it again:

“By size I mean the stature of one’s soul, the range and depth of one’s love, one’s capacity for relationships. I mean the volume of life you can take into your being and still maintain your integrity and individuality, the intensity and variety of outlook you can entertain in the unity of your being without feeling defensive or insecure. I mean the strength of your spirit to encourage others to become freer in the development of their diversity and uniqueness. I mean the power to sustain more complex and enriching tensions. I mean the magnanimity of concern to provide conditions that enable others to increase in stature. To me, this is the fundamental category, this is the essential principle.”

How many churches have you ever attended that would describe what is sacred to them in a way this broad, this inclusive, with this kind of spiritual size? How rare are institutions like this? How important is it to support them, to consecrate some of your time and money to them?

This is the kind of size that makes us useful rather than merely decorative. And both we and our nation need this greater and more humane kind of size more than they have needed them in decades.

You can think of this as just a church, and you can think of supporting it as just paying money or putting in time. But you’d be wrong. We’re doing something here of much greater size. We are building a magnificent cathedral to the greater glory of life, love, truth, hope, God, and all the gods worthy of the name.

I invite you to become a part of it: a full, participating, supporting part.

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Following are the remarks I made at that City Council affair mentioned in the sermon. While I had not heard of Bernard Loomer’s notion of “size” then, and hadn’t articulated my beliefs the way I did for this sermon, these beliefs – that we are here to share light with others rather than calling attention to ourselves – run so deep they color and shape most of what I try to do.

– Davidson

To our City Council:

Blessings, and a Challenge from Austin Area Clergy

January 2005

Rev. Davidson Loehr,

First Unitarian Universalist Church of Austin

www.AustinUU.org

512-452-6168

davidson@AustinUU.org

When we all speak at once in our different languages, the messages of religions aren’t much more than cacophony: just noise. But beneath the noise, all the world’s great religions are in profound agreement about how we should treat one another, and who needs the greatest care and protection. And we hope and believe that the areas in which we speak with one voice can offer both blessing and challenge for you, and for all of us.

We have been invited to offer blessings to the City Council in your lovely new building, and we are pleased to do so. The blessings come in the currency of religion rather than politics, and it is a currency both rich and challenging.

So often, politics is the art of compromise between the different values, or currencies, by which people are to be measured and rewarded.

But religion and politics don’t always deal in the same currency, as you know. And many people would have you give power to currencies that disempower the majority of our worshipers and your citizens. There, our blessings are accompanied by the challenge to honor only the most humane, compassionate and just of values.

Citizens with more money want money to buy not only goods but also favorable laws and rulings, which favor them at the expense of those without money or power. And there, all the religions of the world rise as one to protest. For it is always the weak, poor and powerless who are the chief concern of religions being true to their best teachings. “Whatever you do to the least of these, you do also to me” was a saying from Jesus, but fits as well with the teachings of Muhammad, the Buddha, the great Hindu teachers, Taoism, Sikhism, Judaism, humanism and so many others.

Employers may want the rights of employers to trump those of workers, in the interest of greater profits. Yet here too, we would ask you with one voice to serve the higher calling that honors the weak rather than the strong, and to defend them.

There is a dangerous mood in our nation now that sanctions the suppression of individual rights and individual voices, and counsels an unquestioning obedience to those who have gained power. Here too, the religions of the world speak as one to remind you that when push comes to shove, we must not push our sometimes cantankerous freedoms out of reach, or shove higher values aside for political agendas designed to serve much lower aims.

You requested blessings, not a sermon. But we would remind you of the higher ideals honored by all religions in defense of a currency that defines us by our simple and fragile common humanity. We hope to join you in protecting and serving those better angels of our nature here in our beloved city of Austin.

And so – blessings to you for this noble and challenging endeavor, in the name of all that is most sacred, through all the names by which it is called forth!

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Davidson Loehr

4 September 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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This service followed the devastation of Hurricane Katrina on New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, in which thousands are feared dead. At the same time, gasoline prices in Austin rose above $3.00 a gallon.

PRAYER:

We gather in this safe little room, in a world with so much death. It overwhelms us, all the death.

In the foreground are the thousands of deaths from the hurricane in New Orleans, and the survivors who are beginning to arrive in Austin for an indefinite stay. We read that the levees failed partly because over 40% of the funds requested for them were diverted to the war in Iraq.

The ironies abound. An illegal invasion of Iraq to liberate them from their oil, while a hurricane wipes out 20-25% of our own capacity for oil production in the Gulf of Mexico. President Hugo Chavez of Venezuela has offered to send inexpensive oil to help with our oil shortage, shortly after one of America’s official Christian ministers urged our government to murder him – and the State Department is balking at accepting Chavez’s offer, for fear they may lose face.

So the games continue: the games of politics, one-up-manship, command and control, the illegal war. And the games and political intrigue can almost blind us to all the death.

But we are not blind, and our hearts hurt when we try to wrap them around so many dead brothers and sisters, in Louisiana or Iraq, so many crying, angry and grieving families, in New Orleans or Baghdad. At the moment of grief, the cause of death pales beside the awful reality of death, and of lives of survivors changing in unknown ways as they struggle on. And as we struggle on. My mind called on the words of an earlier preacher, John Donne:

No man is an island, entire of itself;

It tolls for thee.

We are surrounded by death this morning, near and far, from causes we can not easily control. This morning, we do not need to solve these problems. We only need to be aware of them, to feel them, to let our hearts and minds reach out to feel that we are all connected, and the loss of so many of our connections diminishes our own souls, our dearest world. We need each other.

Let us be gentle with one another as we begin to grieve our way through the death, all the death. Amen.

SERMON: WWJD?

You’ve never paid so much for gasoline in your whole life, and the prices promise to keep rising, as we’ve lost 20-25% of our ability to produce oil because of the hurricane damage in New Orleans and at its many offshore drilling rigs – and now Saudi Arabia is admitting that it can’t increase its oil production. So some of the rants of people claiming that the world is running out of enough oil no longer seem like rants.

We’ve suffered the worst natural disaster in the history of the United States, with a death toll in the thousands and perhaps tens of thousands before it is through. And one factor in the levees that failed in New Orleans was the fact that tens of millions of dollars had been diverted to fund the illegal invasion of Iraq, and the war we now know to be based on contrived lies manufactured to serve the imperialistic agenda of the neo-conservatives who have taken over America.

The religious and political right are wrong about almost everything they say: on religion, the economy, sanctioning torture, killing over 100,000 of our brothers and sisters in Iraq – everything. And the religious and political left seem either too blind or too gutless to say or do anything that matters, as they have endorsed the war, the transfer of America’s wealth to the greediest of our individuals and corporations. Right now, it seems the platform of the Democratic party can only be “Wouldn’t you rather be robbed by Democrats?” And I’m not sure people would.

Asking what Jesus would do seems ridiculous and redundant!

Instead, I’m reminded of words from the great American philosopher Lily Tomlin, when she said “No matter how cynical I get, I just can’t keep up!”

Many Christians, including all the Christian ministers in town that I know – several of whom have preached here during our January Round Robin – are troubled and embarrassed by the way their religion has been hijacked, both by politicians and preachers.

And the voices from the religious right are never asking WWJD. They are so busy telling you who God hates or wants dead, that you realize this god of theirs really is a god of hate rather than love. And the reason they can’t ask WWJD is because you just can’t turn Jesus into a bigot, or a prophet of hate, or an ally of the rich against the poor.

In fact, when you hear people today asking WWJD, or putting WWJD bumper stickers on their cars, it’s almost always to criticize the direction in which our country is being led: “Who Would Jesus Bomb?” “Who Would Jesus Hate?” They’re rhetorical questions. Jesus wouldn’t bomb anybody. And the people he would be most likely to hate today are the Christians who have created such an ignorant, bigoted and hateful religion in his name.

Ironically, they are a persuasive argument for Unintelligent Design. For no intelligent designer would have designed people so willfully ignorant of science, sexuality or simple human decency. And no Christian deity would have permitted the most vocal Christians of today to drag Christianity into such foul gutters, in the name of Jesus.

This subject of Jesus is a little more poignant for me today because my friend Robert Funk, the biblical scholar and founder of the Jesus Seminar 20 years ago, is at home under hospice care this weekend, dying. (I learned Sunday night that Bob had died around 1 a.m. Sunday.) I’ve been a Fellow in the Seminar since 1991, have given a keynote address to the group at Bob’s request, and taught an adult Jesus Seminar program nearly twenty times in seven or eight states.

The Jesus Seminar is the only real group of scholars I know of that has cared to ask what Jesus really said or did, and what he might say about how we are living in America today.

Most in the religious and political left don’t seem to know enough about Jesus to ask what he said or would do. And those in the religious right don’t dare ask, because they know they and their ministers aren’t serving the teachings of Jesus at all, and he would hate what they’ve done in his name. So they just talk about their God, and who he would bomb, hate or want killed.

But Jesus was not a Christian, and he didn’t quote the Bible. He didn’t even think it was particularly authoritative. Jesus was a liberal Jew. He has become the most famous religious liberal of the first century.

But even though conservatives are people who worship dead liberals, you don’t hear them asking WWJD because Jesus was a liberal, and Jesus would hate the religion they’ve constructed around his name but not around his teachings.

The religion of Jesus has always been the enemy of the religions about Jesus: the supernatural religion of the baby and the cross; the religion of the gagged and crucified savior who is not allowed to speak. But when he was alive, Jesus the liberal Jew did speak. Here are some of the things he said:

Start with the list of beatitudes we read together earlier (Reading 640). These read like a translation by the scholars of the Jesus Seminar:

Blessed are you poor. The realm of God is yours.

Blessed are you who hunger today. You shall be satisfied.

Blessed are you who weep today. You shall laugh.

Blessed are the humble. They will inherit the earth.

Blessed are the merciful. They will find mercy.

Blessed are the peacemakers. They will be ranked as children of God.

Think of the direction America has been taking for the past quarter century. Think of our illegal invasion of Iraq, where we have killed over 100,000 people who look a lot more like Jesus than they look like most of us. Think of the fact that we have a higher percentage of our citizens without health care than any other developed nation besides Africa. Or that about 18,000 Americans die each year because of inadequate health care, or of a dozen other things from the news of the past years, and ask whose side you think Jesus would be on.

Jesus said a tree is known by its fruits. What kind of a tree do you think he would say America has become?

He said “What good does it do if you love those who love you? Even the worst of people do that. No, you should love even your enemies.” Is this Jesus on the side of the religious right, or the religious and secular left?

He told a rich lawyer to sell all he had and give it to the poor. What do you think Jesus would say about the economic priorities of the Christian right, when men like Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson preach that there should be no taxation of the rich, no welfare, no social security, no medicare, and no public education? And that’s not even counting Falwell’s proclamation that we should “hunt down terrorists and blow them away in the name of the Lord,” or Robertson’s that we should send assassins into Venezuala to murder their president Hugo Chavez because Chavez, unlike American preachers or politicians, has had the courage to stand up the bullying imperialism of the US.

And when a group of self-righteous people asked him how the quality of their faith was to be judged, he said it would be judged by what they had done to “the least of these” among the people around them.

We live in a time when official Christianity has become the mortal enemy of everything Jesus held to be sacred. We live in a time, and in a state, where the governor can go to the Cavalry Christian Academy in Ft. Worth to sign a bill prohibiting the marriage of homosexuals who love each other: a time when he and the leaders of that Christian academy can wrap these bigoted and hateful actions in the mantle of popular politics and religion. It is a time when those who make their living by pandering to the worst among us have hijacked the name of the man Jesus who lived and died serving the least among us.

Unlike the Christian moralists of today, Jesus ate and drank, was called a glutton and a drunkard. He associated with prostitutes and tax collectors – whom those who wrote the gospels seemed to feel belonged lumped together. He constantly disagreed with the priests of his time, as he would disagree with the priests of all times.

For these are the things that prophets do, and Jesus was a prophet. The religion of the prophets is as far above the religion of the priests as the religion of Jesus is above the religion about him.

No, he wasn’t in our camp either. He was not a feminist, though some liberals have tried to make him into one. He would have given women fewer rights to divorce than they already had, and would certainly have considered abortion to be murder. And even though feminists often make much of the fact that Martha and Mary – or at least Mary – were his students, they sat at his feet, not up with him as his male followers did. Jesus would not vote a Democratic ticket today – or a Republican ticket. He was a prophet, and they are a scary bunch.

What’s that mean? A prophet is someone trying to speak to the issues of their times from what you could call a God’s-eye view.

What’s that mean? It means from the highest moral and ethical perspective we know how to see and say, nothing less. It means speaking on behalf of ultimate values, to confront those who would enslave us in the name of greedy, bigoted, imperialistic or hateful values.

As the scholars of the Jesus Seminar and many Jewish scholars have said, Jesus belongs in the tradition of the Hebrew prophets. He sounds like them. He feels like them. Centuries earlier, the Hebrew prophet Amos, a shepherd, came into town to rail at the politicians for selling the poor for silver and the needy for a pair of shoes, and to rail against the priests for sanctioning it. Sound political? Prophets are political.

Jesus was political. He turned over the tables of the money-changers in the big temple in Jerusalem. These were the people converting the foreign currencies of those who came from out of the area, so they could buy animals for the sacrifices done in the temple. The temple made a lot of money from the poor in this way, and the priests profited, as did the politicians. That isn’t what God is about, Jesus said. It isn’t what God wants. Jesus was attacking the habits of exalting profits over people, and the superstitious religion used to keep people frightened and obedient.

In the first century Jerusalem, Jesus was the most famous liberal alive. Today’s religious conservatives, and the political conservatives they serve, are not being true to either the letter or the spirit of the teachings of Jesus. Not by a mile.

Now if you have a feel for the kind of message the man Jesus spent his short ministry preaching and teaching, where do you find that voice, and those allegiances, today?

United States of Shame

by Maureen Dowd

Published: September 3, 2005

1. “When the president and vice president rashly shook off our allies and our respect for international law to pursue a war built on lies, when they sanctioned torture, they shook the faith of the world in American ideals.

“When they were deaf for so long to the horrific misery and cries for help of the victims in New Orleans – most of them poor and black, like those stuck at the back of the evacuation line [Friday] while 700 guests and employees of the Hyatt Hotel were bused out first – they shook the faith of all Americans in American ideals. And made us ashamed.”

(Maureen Dowd, “United States of Shame,” NY Times September 3, 2005.)

2. “I think that wherever you see poverty, whether it’s in the white rural community or the black urban community, you see that the resources have been sucked up into the war and tax cuts for the rich.”

— Congressman Charles B. Rangel – 09/02/05

3. “Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in a final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed–those who are cold and not clothed.”

(President Dwight W. Eisenhower)

4. And speaking of the tragedy in New Orleans, another voice said, “…it is the POOR, the MOST VULNERABLE, who are the first to suffer. The wealthy built their homes on higher ground, had better information, more insurance, and more avenues of escape. So whether it is in facing the rising waters in Bangladesh or Malaysia or Lousiana and Missippi, it’s going to be “the least among us” who will suffer most immediately.

– Rabbi Michael Lerner, Tikkun Magazine.

Most of these voices are liberal; that’s the state of social criticism today. But not all of them are. Dwight Eisenhower was the Supreme Commander of World War II, a five-star general, and a two-term Republican president. It isn’t about liberal or conservative. It’s about decent or indecent, moral or immoral, honest or dishonest, compassionate or brutal.

And it really isn’t about Jesus, either. It is about wisdom, about being most fully humane and most fully human. And every religious prophet and sage worthy of the name has been trying to teach us how to do this since human history began.

You can find that quality of wisdom in many of those who came before Jesus: like Lao Tzu, Confucius, and the Buddha.

Lao Tzu wrote about the Tao, the Way:

When the Way is forgotten, duty and justice appear;

Then knowledge and wisdom are born, along with hypocrisy.

When a nation falls to chaos, then loyalty and patriotism are born.

Weapons of war are instruments of fear, and are abhorred by those who follow the Tao. The leader who follows the natural way does not abide them.

To rejoice in victory is to delight in killing; to delight in killing is to have no decent self.

Confucius had many sayings, including the saying that “To see what is right, and not to do it, is a lack of courage or of principle.” This is like Martin Luther King Jr.’s saying that we begin to die on the day when we fail to do what is right.

And the Buddha told a story about violence and war that is as good as any ever told.

One day a bandit came up to the Buddha, waving his sword. “I am the most powerful warrior in all the world,” he announced, “and I am going to prove it by killing you.”

“Ah well,” said the Buddha, “if you are so powerful, then you can grant me two final wishes.”

“Be quick about it,” snarled the bandit. “I’ve got places to go and people to kill!”

The Buddha pointed to a small sapling tree nearby, and said, “Cut off the smallest branch on that tree.”

“Hah!” yelled the bandit, and with one quick swipe of his sword it was done. “And what is your final wish, you old fool?”

The Buddha picked up the small branch, handed it to the bandit, and said, “Now put it back.”

It is said that the bandit achieved enlightenment then and there.

It isn’t just about what Jesus would do. It’s about what we should do. And we should try to follow the wisest and most morally demanding teachings we can find. They are our best hope for becoming most fully human, even though they demand a lot of us.

There is no evidence that Jesus ever heard of Lao Tzu, Confucius or the Buddha, who all lived about five hundred years earlier. But if he heard teachings and stories like these, I know what Jesus would do. He would say, “I’m with those guys!”

Then he would look at us – at you and at me – and he would say, “And you – who are you with?”

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Davidson Loehr

Jonobie Ford, Worship Associate

12 June 2005

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

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AFFIRMATION OF FAITH:

Jonobie Ford

People have used the phrase “priesthood of all believers” to represent several different ideas. Martin Luther originally used it to express the idea that the common people were as close to God as the priests were. How is it used today? I went to the true source of knowledge, Google, and found many internet explanations, almost all firmly in one of two camps: Unitarian Universalist sites say there is no chosen class of people to tell us what to believe, but that we can believe whatever we we want. Christian sites disagree on the details, but they do agree on one thing: People can’t just “believe whatever they want”!

I originally heard the phrase “priesthood of all believers” in my exploration of modern Pagan religion, where many use it to mean that anyone can perform the rituals necessary to communicate with their Gods. Even before I ever heard the phrase, the word “priesthood” was a positive one for me. I’ve always thought of priests as a very special sort of people, ones who are confident and wise in their faith, live their faith fully, and spend much of their lives in service to others. The idea of all believers being called to be priests appealed to me, because it meant I was expected to be all of those things — confident and wise in my faith, living it fully, and spending time in service to others. The importance of having a priesthood of all believers isn’t about what we can or can’t believe, but about living our lives with these priestly attributes.

In thinking about incorporating those attributes into my life, I realized that although I am growing more confident in my faith, and I hope at least some of the time I am wise, I am definitely lagging behind in service to others. It’s not that I haven’t given my money to charities that serve others, but that I’ve never given my time. And I think without giving time there are many people’s stories I want to hear and need to hear that I haven’t heard yet.

In my life, I’ve been successful partly because I have such a strong network of friends. When one of us is having problems, we give each other advice and support. Now we’re trying to give that same suppport to others who need it. Several of us recently committed to a year-long volunteer effort through an organization called Family Pathfinders. We are paired with a single mother on public assistance. She is in her early 20s, has two kids, and is without a car. Without a car, even the smallest things like getting the kids to school or daycare can be surprisingly difficult. Our job is to help her and her family become self-sufficient by using our communal knowledge and networks; to give them the advice and support we give each other. This past Thursday, we met them for the first time, and I think all of us are excited and nervous about the coming year.

Even though the phrase is quite old, I wanted to tell you a recent story about my part in the priesthood of all believers. So far I have only a beginning, but I’m looking forward to the year ahead. I’m looking forward to learning new stories, and I’m looking forward to continuing my path among the priesthood.

PRAYER:

We daily pray, and daily fear that for which we daily pray.

We daily pray that we will finally be called by our true name, recognized for our best qualities rather than the other ones. For the world seldom acknowledges us as much more than a little piece in a puzzle we are to serve but not question.

That’s what keeps the majority serving the minority – people who are convinced they are powerless, serving those who have convinced them they alone are right.

It may be demeaning and disempowering, but it is also so common it seems to be the way of the world.

And so we daily pray that something in the wind will call us by our true name – as children of God, the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. And we daily fear that it might happen, and that we will then feel compelled to act as though our highest name were also our highest calling, calling us to action.

Let us welcome the prayer, but not the fear.

Amen.

SERMON: The Priesthood of All Believers

I attended a Sierra Club benefit Wednesday night down in the warehouse district, at Antone’s. Arlo Guthrie was there, looking a whole lot older than I remembered him from 35 years ago, and his daughter was performing with her band. She told a story about Arlo that has stuck with me, as I was focusing on this sermon topic.

Arlo’s one big hit was the recording of “Alice’s Restaurant.” Later, he bought a church in the town where Alice’s Restaurant was. He was sweeping the floor, when a minister from town came in. He asked what Arlo was doing there, and Arlo said “Sweeping the floor.” The minister was upset by the idea that he had bought the church, and said “What kind of a church is this?” Arlo hadn’t been prepared for that question, so he answered “It’s a bring-your-own-God church!”

That sounds kind of irreverent, but the truth is, every person brings their own gods with them, to church and wherever else we go. And that includes the priests. If a million people say they believe in God, you can bet that the more you talk to them, the more you’ll realize that they believe in about a million different gods. Many, of course, aren’t worth serving at all. Yet we serve as Shakespeare said we love: not wisely, but too well.

The idea behind Martin Luther’s notion of the priesthood of all believers was that the responsibility to find gods worth serving is the personal responsibility of each of us. The fact that priests wear fancy costumes doesn’t mean they are any closer to God than we are. Luther also defined our gods as whatever it was that we were serving with our lives, which sounds very modern, very psychological and existential.

So the challenge in this god-hunting business is identifying gods worth serving, and then serving those gods, those ideals and centers of value, rather than something less. And I want to say, with Luther, that people shouldn’t put so much trust in churches to provide them with the right gods. What you get in church are other people’s gods. People tend to assume that – perhaps since priests wear dazzling costumes or at least hold the microphone – the gods they are offering will serve you rather than them. And sometimes this is true. But not always. The history of both religion and politics – which have now been married in an unholy union again – shows that those who control the big words and wear the dazzling costumes or travel with aides and attendants too often use their costumes and entourage to dazzle us so we will serve them.

The Protestant Reformation would probably not have happened when it did, had not the pope at the time, Pope Leo X, been one of the worst popes in history. Two quotations have been associated with him. In a letter to his brother, he wrote, “Since God has given us the papacy, let us enjoy it.” The other quote attributed to him is one I first read in graduate school 25 years ago, where he wrote, “It has served us well, this myth of Christ.”

Pope Leo X still stands as a prime example of a high office filled by a person of low character, using the title and a costume to deceive and bilk the masses. He wanted to raise a lot of money to built St. Peter’s in Rome, so he sold what were called “indulgences” to his masses. This meant that, for a fee, they could buy some pre-forgiveness for their many sins, so their punishment in purgatory might be shorter and less horrendous. So it was like an insurance policy: pay now, fly later.

But it was a good racket, because fear works well with disempowered people, and helps to keep them disempowered. So Pope Leo got more creative, and began selling indulgences for their dead relatives. You don’t want your mother or grandmother being tormented beyond belief in purgatory, do you? Well, even though they’re already dead, for a fee you can save them some suffering; it’s the least you can do for them. Didn’t they love you? How can you let them down now that they’re dead and suffering and need you?

This was the practice of “selling indulgences” that angered Martin Luther, and led to the Protestant Reformation and the splitting of Christianity into over a thousand pieces now. Luther’s primary message was that we are “justified by faith, not by works.” This was a 16th century way of saying that God didn’t make junk, including us, and that schemes like the Pope’s to convince us that he knows who is saved and who is damned are the schemes of a charlatan, which we are called to expose.

So the priesthood of all believers is really one of the boldest ideas in history. It says, Don’t be dazzled by costumes and titles because they carry no religious authority at all. None at all. Many who hold those titles and wear those impressive costumes know this, as Pope Leo X did. And they use the gullibility of the masses to mislead them, to rob them, and assign them a second-class status they don’t deserve.

Such false gods are almost always served by those in costumes, official positions and power. Why? Because if you can control a society’s most powerful symbols, you can control the majority of people in the society. If your side can claim to represent God, America, Truth, Justice and Love, you will win every election – even the fair ones.

Pope Leo X provides a religious example of someone in power abusing and betraying both the people and the high ideals he is charged with serving. But it happens at least as often in politics. And three days ago (June 9, 2005) was the anniversary of one of the most dramatic and inspiring examples of an American citizen exposing a political charlatan.

On June 9, 1954, Army counsel Joseph N. Welch confronted Sen. Joseph R. McCarthy during the Senate-Army Hearings. McCarthy had just shot out a cheap personal attack on a young member of Welch’s law firm, Frederick G. Fisher as a way of getting even with Welch for questioning him. It was more than Welch was willing to abide. In one of the most famous and high moral statements in the history of American politics, Welch said, “Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?” The audience broke into spontaneous applause, and that statement by Welch broke the spell of McCarthyism. Months later, the Senate censured McCarthy. With no chance of demanding a presidential nomination, he sank much deeper into his alcoholism, and died of alcohol-related illnesses three years later, at the age of 49.

I saw that confrontation on live television as a 12-year-old boy, and without understanding the full meaning of the proceedings, I knew that Welch was a heroic figure and McCarthy was an evil man.

Senator McCarthy was one of the most powerful and most vicious men in American politics. He had terrorized the country and intimidated other senators for over three years with his self-serving hunt for Communists. It was self-serving rather than patriotic, because he manipulated facts, people, and the media not to serve America, but to draw attention to himself – and, he hoped, to get a presidential nomination. The god he served was a selfish and brutal god that sanctioned any means necessary for him to pursue his own ends.

Do you see that what Joseph Welch did shows the same kind of individual moral authority that Luther had championed as the priesthood of all believers, over four centuries earlier? In both cases, a figure with position and title had betrayed the high calling of his office, degraded high ideals and turned people into things to be used like pawns. And in both cases, a person without any comparable authority or costume exposed them as frauds and charlatans.

Connecting these two stories with current events is almost too easy, isn’t it? But we must try to see the actual standards being practiced in our world contrasted with the highest standards, so that we can find ourselves in this ongoing drama, and wonder if we are called to do anything.

Last Sunday (5 June 2005), with one media-seeking flourish of his pen, Texas governor Rick Perry took a pen and lured a television crew to the Cavalry Christian Academy in Ft. Worth, where he signed a bill prohibiting gays from marrying, and prohibiting Texas from recognizing the marriage of gays in other states. So in one immensely childish and vicious act, Rick Perry and the Cavalry Christian Academy of Ft. Worth christened the new religion of Texas Christianity.

It is so bigoted, so hateful, and so much the antithesis of everything Jesus taught, that it could be called the cult of the anti-Christ. Not only are gays vilified, but Gov. Perry even suggested that gay soldiers returning from Iraq might want to move to another state. Jesus said “Whatever you do to the least of these, you do also to me.” Rick Perry hopes whatever he can get away with doing to the least of these will advance his political career.

Then the next day, the Pope came out against what he called “trivialization of the human body.” Oddly, he did not mean the sexual abuse of children by his church’s priests, but gay marriage between two adults who love each other.

When we look back in history, we have no trouble recognizing Joseph McCarthy and Pope Leo X as men of low character who betrayed the high calling of their office. Let’s not pretend it’s any harder here. Governor Perry behaved like a cheap and sleazy politician, dragging both Christianity and the highest aspirations of Texans down to the gutter because he hopes those who live in the gutter will bring him personal gain.

And Joseph Ratzinger, now known by the title Pope Benedictus XVI, has shown the quality of his low character all his life – from his days as an eager Hitler Youth to his days as an eager Grand Inquisitor. And last Monday he reduced a religion supposedly centered on Jesus to a level so bigoted and hateful he has disgraced every Christian on earth, and all people who believe in goodness, truth and love. The rigid, brutal and top-down style that is Ratzinger’s soul was the same style of the Grand Inquisitor and the same style as Hitler’s fascism.

Both these small men were traitors to any high calling, using their office to serve personal political ambition and a repressive and vicious form of authoritarian religion designed to subjugate people rather than empower them. Where is today’s incarnation of Joseph Welch, to look them both in the eyes and say, “Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?” Where are all the citizens who need to rise up and say those words?

The priesthood of all believers says that the common people without titles or dazzling costumes are as close to God as any governor or Pope. This week, we are considerably closer.