All Things Buffy

© Jim Checkley

August 3, 2003

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

SERMON

When Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended its seven-year run this past May, I knew I would make it the subject of a service. My first thought was to call it “Requiem for a Slayer.” But I quickly realized that Buffy did not need a mass for the dead, but rather a proclamation for the living. Because while Buffy the Vampire Slayer is ostensibly a show about the supernatural battle between good and evil, at its heart, it is really an exploration of all things human, a celebration of the best that we can be.

I’ve seen all the episodes of the series – some more than once. I saw most of them on Tuesday nights with my daughter Kathleen, who earlier sang for you the love ballad from the musical episode “Once More With Feeling.” She and I had a standing date for a number of years and watched the show together as she passed through her teen years. The show acted as a wonderful catalyst for our relationship during those years. Subjects like high school, dating, peer pressure, drugs, sex, friends, or lack thereof, rejection, personal responsibility, moral choices, loyalty, love, all these and more were explored on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Now I know it’s just a TV show, but Buffy the Vampire Slayer was special. And you don’t have to take my word for it. BTVS, as it’s known on the Internet, has generated over 2000 Internet sites, many of them devoted to the deeper aspects of the show. There are two scholarly books I am aware of: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy and Fighting the Forces: What’s at Stake in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Both are collections of essays by noted academics on subjects like philosophy, ethics, sociology and religion. I had a nice e-mail correspondence with one of the authors, a professor of philosophy, regarding issues of love and friendship on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and William James’ philosophy, in particular his “will to believe.” There’s even an Internet site called slayage.com where papers that didn’t make the books are posted for reading and comment – and more are posted all the time.

During the months leading to the series finale, people were coming out of the woodwork to praise BTVS. The Sunday Times had a spread written by a woman who did the TV beat for a Boston paper similar in spirit to our Austin Chronicle. I had to laugh – there probably wasn’t anybody at the blue-blood NY Times who knew enough about Buffy to write the piece. The Austin American Statesman also did a wrap-up piece, one that featured where the best parties were in town. That is where I copied the handout you received today. Buffy is the best show that wasn’t accepted by the mainstream – at least not until its demise.

Let’s face it, the name of the show does not inspire confidence and series creator Joss Whedon admits that the studio begged him to change the name, but he refused. Plus, Buffy the TV series was spawned from a rather mediocre 1992 movie of the same name. Joss Whedon wrote that movie too, but did not care for how it turned out. So when 20th Century Fox gave Whedon the opportunity to do Buffy on TV, he jumped at the chance.

And the difference was remarkable: the dialogue was hip, crisp, and articulate. Hillary, who has now seen two episodes and is a convert, asked me to emphasize the humor. There is humor, lots of humor, but the show took itself seriously enough that all the supernatural aspects were played straight up. That is, BTVS is not a spoof. This combination of wildly creative, supernatural material explored in an honest, straight forward way produced a marvelous canvas upon which to explore what it means to be human, and how to best live one’s life in the company of others. Amidst the demons and the vampires, the deep humanity of the show shined like a beacon. I have always said that science fiction and fantasy provide the best opportunity to explore our humanity. Buffy the Vampire Slayer proved the point with style and aplomb.

BTVS is a show primarily about teenagers as they moved through high school and college, but it was not just a teen show. The teen years are an intense time in our lives and during those years we make choices and experience events that set our path for much of the rest of our lives. And I frankly don’t get it when people reject out of hand shows or movies that focus on teens or the teen years. While it is obviously possible to portray the vapid, hormone driven side of teen life, and a lot of Hollywood producers do just that, it is also possible to use the teen years and the choices they present as a rich canvas to explore life and the struggle we all face to become the persons we want to be. In this sense Buffy is very real and taps into the deep emotions of growing into adulthood.

And here’s a surprise. We may fool ourselves into thinking that we only get or need to make fundamental choices once. But I don’t think that’s true. Chronologically at least, I am a middle-aged man, and yet I found myself time and again identifying with those teenagers and the choices that confronted them about how to live their lives. It turns out that I looked around to discover that my children are grown and my needs, goals, and hopes for the future were very, very different from when I was a teenager, or even in my thirties. I realized while watching Buffy that I too have fundamental choices to make about how I live the second half of life. This resonance with the teens on the show was often quite powerful and helped me to “think outside the box” about the rest of my life.

I have brought a prop with me today. Some assembly is required so give me a moment. Here, larger than life, is Buffy the Vampire Slayer – or at least her cardboard cutout. I don’t know if I should tell you this, but she was given to me by my son for Father’s Day. Now, of course, this a picture of Sara Michelle Gellar, the young woman who played Buffy. Pretty cute, huh? It’s easy to see why some people might assume that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is just another show about a scantily clad young thing and thus dismiss it. It also explains why I got so much grief from my colleagues and friends, and why my son, TJ, told me I was taking a risk doing this service.

But anybody who gets stuck on Buffy’s appearance is missing the entire point of the show. For underneath her Vogue and Maybelline exterior lies the heart and soul of a super hero. The whole point is that Buffy is not what she appears to be. The whole point is to get beyond stereotypes and superficial appearances and discovery what lies beneath. As I will discuss throughout the rest of this talk, what matters is who we are inside – our strength as a person – and the choices we make when confronted with the challenges of the world.

British psychologist Cynthia McVey says Buffy’s appeal as a character is that, while looking frail and girlish, she is deeply powerful. In this respect, Buffy has a lot in common with that celebrated British teenager, Harry Potter. Nobody would suspect that beneath those round glasses and slight build is a great wizard. Therein lies, I think, much of the appeal of Buffy and Harry with young people: those young people are hoping against hope that inside of them there is something or someone special, just like Buffy and Harry.

As a female super hero, Buffy belongs to the recent pop cultural movement that is entwined with the empowerment of women. We can start with Diana Rigg, who, as Mrs. Peel, was partners in the spy game with John Steed in the 1960s British TV series The Avengers (recently reprised by Uma Thurman), and more recently recall the likes of Wonder Woman, Ripley, Xena: Warrior Princess, La Femme Nikita, Charmed, Witchblade, Electra, Lara Croft, Dark Angel, Birds of Prey, the PowerPuff Girls, Charlie’s Angels, and Sidney Bristow of Alias. Our culture is currently flooded with images of outwardly powerful women.

And yes, Buffy the Vampire Slayer blows the lid off female stereotypes and the message is clear: women are as powerful and independent as men and deserve to be treated with just as much respect. But Buffy is not just an adolescent boy’s dream on steroids, someone who can fly through the air on wires and never get her make-up mussed, like some of the images out in our culture today, those that I call the “adolescent empowerment of women.” Buffy represents an “adult empowerment of women,” one that empowers on the inside as well as the outside and comes complete with responsibility, moral dilemmas, and a real person.

In adult empowerment, the power I am talking about goes beyond physical strength and magical abilities, although these are fun and admirable. Buffy – and several of her friends – are powerful in this way, of course, but the power I am talking about is the power inside, the power of the heart and the will. Buffy, many times with the help of her friends, overcomes obstacles that would crush most of us. And often it is not Buffy’s supernatural powers that save the day. They are a mere instrumentality. What saves the day is Buffy’s dedication and indomitable will.

For example, at the end of the first season, Buffy discovers that an infallible prophecy says that the Master Vampire will kill her on Prom Night. Her initial reaction is to want to run away, of course, and she asks her mother if they can go away for the weekend. But after her fiend Willow discovers some boys at the high school who have been horribly killed by the gathering vampires, Buffy changes her mind. Willow, shaken, and lying in bed, tells Buffy:

I’m not OK. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be okay. I knew those guys. I go to that room every day. And when I walked in there, it was… it wasn’t our world anymore. They made it theirs. And they had fun. What are we going to do?

Buffy answers simply: “What we have to.” In that moment, Buffy decides to confront the Master even knowing that it will mean she is going to die. Those moments of courage and responsibility go beyond any external strength or beauty. She then confronts the Master and is killed. Only this is TV, and so she drowns, and, as luck would have it, is revived by one of her friends who knows CPR, and comes back stronger than ever to ultimately defeat the Master.

You see, while the Buffyverse is supernatural, the lessons are not. The lessons touch us in the most real ways possible. This is one of the great truths about how we interact with our stories, whether they are from the Bible, other scriptures, mythology, or, yes, even television. We will translate the lessons to our lives and to our hearts, if those lessons – even if they are in a supernatural setting, an unreal setting, an impossible setting – if those lessons touch our souls.

Moreover, the lessons from Buffy are positive lessons, including self-reliance, self-knowledge, and self-exploration. Let me give you one example, my favorite example, among many. At the end of Season Two, in the two part season finale I think is Buffy’s best, Buffy loses everything she cares about in her life as a consequence of her battle against evil. She is kicked out of school, kicked out of her home by her mother who cannot accept her calling as the Slayer, she loses her friends, is accused of murder, and must, in the final analysis, literally send the man she loves to hell in order to save the world.

At the absolute nadir of the episode, when all seems lost, the evil vampire Angelus approaches a fallen and apparently beaten Buffy and says: “So that’s everything, huh? No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what’s left?” “Me,” says Buffy as she catches his sword just before it would have killed her. What’s left is me. Self-reliance. Self-confidence. Self-esteem. No Ophelia Complex here. From that point, Buffy battles back, and at great cost to herself, does what is right, what needs to be done. For seven years Buffy always battled back, always had the will and resolve to do what was right, always did what needed to be done. I can’t think of a more positive lesson whether you are a man or a woman. I can’t think of a more positive empowerment for a human being.

I only have a few minutes left and there are any number of things I could talk about, but let me talk about an overarching theme: the power of choice. Because in a world where beings are defined by what they are – demon, human, slayer, vampire – it turns out that the most important aspect of life is the power to choose.

Have Yourself a Very August Christmas

© Jim Checkley

4 August 2002

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

SERMON

When I told my friend John I was doing another service, he asked, “What about?” I told him I had always wanted to do a service called “Christmas in July” and was finally going to do it – albeit in August. His reaction was quick and decisive: “Oh Jim, don’t do that.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because it is a clich”,” he said. ‘too late,” I said. “I”ve already sent in my blurb for the newsletter.” There was silence on the phone. “Oh no,” he said finally. Then he quickly added, “I’m sure you’ll be OK.”

Well, that remains to be seen”I will be making some fairly radical suggestions in a while. But part of the reason I wanted to talk about Christmas, and do it at a time when we are removed from the effects of the holiday – both euphoric and toxic – is precisely because so much about Christmas has become a clich”, or worse, a bah humbug. The Christmas season presents us all with challenges both practical and spiritual, and that is what I”d like to talk to you about today.

Speaking of bah humbug, lately I”ve been focused on stories as they define culture and provide meaning to our lives. And I”ve been thinking about our Christmas stories, especially the ones we’ve created since Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol. Besides the stories of St. Nicholas – we’ll deal with him later – what popular Christmas stories have we created in our culture?

Being a child of the 60s, the first one I thought of was A Charlie Brown’s Christmas. This is basically the story of a misfit boy and his misfit tree. The most enduring feature might be Vince Giraldi’s theme music. There’s Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. How many here know how Rudolph came into our culture? Rudolph and his animated television special – also from the sixties – have outlived his creator. Montgomery Ward, now bankrupt and gone from the retail markets, introduced Rudolph to the world in the 1930s as a marketing tool. And then there’s The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. My memory is of the 60s animated TV show, with Boris Karloff as the narrator, although Jim Carry played the Grinch in the recent film.

Then there are movies like Home Alone – a violent though comedic piece set during the Christmas season. And speaking of violence during Christmas, there are Die Hard and Die Hard II, both set during the Christmas season. In fact, in Die Hard, after Bruce Willis and his pal kill the bad guys, but not before those bad guys kill some hostages and blow up a building, and while bearer bond certificates float down from the sky, the end credits begin with a rendition of “Let it Snow.” Frankly, I cannot invent a better image of what Christmas has become in our culture than that: money – not just money – bearer bonds’s nowing down from the sky while the triumphant heroes get in their cars leaving death and destruction in their wake. Now that is an American Christmas!

If a culture is defined by its stories, then ours is often pretty sick. But you already knew that. But what you may not have thought about is the fact that all of these stories – including Dickens – have (with one tiny exception) nothing to do with the meaning of Christmas. I make a distinction here between the meaning of Christmas and the spirit of Christmas. The meaning of Christmas is the birth of the Christ child. Period. The spirit of Christmas is how we feel about the season. The spirit of Christmas is about joy and glad tidings and parties and gifts and time off from work and drinking the finest liquor and seeing heroic truth justice and the American way movies and stuff like that. Our Christmas culture is like a James Bond martini’the tapestry of our cultural images feels like it has been shaken, not stirred.

Even in American culture, however, as bad as it is in many ways, Christmas has its moments. In fact, it has many moments. We all have wonderful memories of Christmas somewhere in our hearts. One year when I was a kid, we got our tree early (in my family, we often got the Charlie Brown tree on Christmas Eve), had it all decorated, and I got a robot toy called Mr. Machine. I had really wanted it and I was overjoyed when it was there on Christmas morning. But looking back, the best part was there was no stress that year, none of the terrible pressure that Christmas often puts on parents and families to be happy, giving, cheerful, and a little – or a lot – materialistic. Talk about performance anxiety. The Christmas season excels at inducing it, that’s for sure. But for this one time, it felt like we were in the spirit of Christmas as we were taught it should be. My favorite Christmases as an adult were when my own kids were young and I had survived cancer and having both hips operated on, and I was living vicariously through them.

I say living vicariously because for me Christmas was often more a dark time than a time of light and joy. I don’t do Christmas trees; the kids and I have a Christmas fern. And as you might gather from my talk thus far, the whole Christmas season as currently practiced in our culture leaves me not just cold, but a little bitter and a whole lot sad. I know I am not alone in those feelings. Indeed, many people feel far worse than I do. I know that because both the incidence of depression and the suicide rate go up during the Christmas season.

Christmas is a very powerful holiday that gets to you one way or another. I said in my newsletter blurb that it gets in our pores whether we are fer it or agin” it. And I sincerely believe that is true. I sometimes think that as we approach the Winter Solstice and the end of the year, the gestalt and ambience of Christmas itself causes us to look deeper at ourselves and our society and often we don’t like what we see. But I am even more inclined to think that a lot of the negativity is a function of culturally imposed expectation “why isn’t my holiday season like the Walton’s?” and the stark contrasts with reality that result at the edges of life. Misery loves company, and it is truly miserable to be miserable when society and family and friends tell us ’tis the season to be jolly. That really hurts.

And this explains in large part why Christmas is both the best and worst of times. Dickens had in mind the French revolution when he penned those words. I’m talking about the

Christmas season, which, emotionally and psychologically, at least, is just as powerful a time. And that time is getting longer and longer.

I used to get mad at stores that put up Christmas displays before Thanksgiving. In the 70s and 80s I had a policy of not patronizing those stores. Well, if I put that policy in place today, I would have virtually no place to shop. Christmas has become such a huge economic imperative that it is almost a year long undertaking. Christmas is a global secular holiday. Talk about getting out of the way of a freight train.

I have a report I found on the Internet called 2001 Christmas Sales in Major Overseas Markets and Retail Outlook for 2002. Here are a few choice excerpts: – the 2001 Christmas sales situation in Hong Kong’s major overseas markets commands special attention…” I caught you, didn’t I? You thought the report was about markets overseas from the United States. This report, based in Hong Kong, talks about sales in Europe, the US, Asia, even Japan and contains this interesting sentence: “In Japan, Christmas sales were not encouraging.” I guess not. I shouldn’t say this but I can’t resist: do you suppose Japanese children would write letters to “shinto Claus.” And how about this one for confirming the rise of Christmas as a world wide secular holiday: “While Christmas is not traditionally celebrated across the Chinese mainland, it has begun to catch on in more sophisticated urban cites. A growing number of retailers have started to promote the festive season by putting up Yule-tide decorations and offering discounts on related merchandise in the hope of boosting year-end sales.”

In the US, many merchants count on Christmas shopping for up to 25% of their sales and 50% of their profits. Thus, every item of commerce imaginable has become grist for the Christmas mill – power tools, vitamins, electronics, magazine subscriptions, pet accessories, furniture, carpet cleaning – you name it, I”ve seen a TV commercial for it. And the madness goes beyond mere retail sales.

My favorite example of the American business spirit of Christmas is a Federal Express ad in the Wall Street Journal in the late 1980s. It was a full page ad that compared business to war and made the argument that if a General moves his troops during a truce, he gets an advantage in the war. Well, said FedEx, a good business person knows that you can’t just sit around idly during Christmas. Packages need delivering. Advantages need to be claimed. So, like Santa,

FedEx is going to work on Christmas Eve and deliver on Christmas Day. Because even on Christmas, FedEx knows you have to get it there overnight.

In one ad we get business compared to war, FedEx compared to Santa, and the reality based notion that only an idiot would consider not doing business on Christmas. Scrooge would be so very proud.

Christmas has become so commercial, so ubiquitous, that both it and its economic symbol, Santa Claus, have been declared to be secular by the federal courts.

A couple of years ago a Cincinnati attorney named Richard Ganulin filed suit in federal court in an effort to have the federal government’s recognition of Christmas as a national holiday declared unconstitutional as an impermissible establishment of religion. Federal District Court Judge Susan Dlott disagreed with Ganulin and dismissed his lawsuit declaring that there were “legitimate secular purposes for establishing Christmas as a legal public holiday.” Judge Dlott issued her ruling in part as a poem. While it’s not The Night Before Christmas, I wanted to read you a verse or two:

The court will address

 Plaintiff’s seasonal confusion

 Erroneously believing of Christmas

 MERELY a religious intrusion.

The court will uphold

 Seemingly contradictory causes

 Decreeing “the establishment” AND “santa”

 Both worthwhile CLAUS(es).

We are all better for Santa

 The Easter Bunny too

 And maybe the great pumpkin

 To name but a few!

There is room in this country

 And in all our hearts too

 For different convictions

 And a day off too!

So we have a federal court flatly stating that Santa Claus is a secular rather than religious symbol and that Christmas itself is enough of a secular event to avoid any entanglements with the establishment clause of the Constitution.

I suspect many of us in the sanctuary today have problems with the commercialism of Christmas, with the hectic nature of the season, the unreasonable expectations, the cultural pressures. But we UUs have another problem with Christmas. It is a fundamental problem faced by many religious people, but not in the odd way we do. Although Unitarian Universalism is considered a Christian sect, by definition we reject the notion that Jesus was the Son of God and that he was sent by the Father to save mankind through a substitutionary salvation. Unitarian does not mean we are looking for one world government.

I don’t know about you, but this situation has always puzzled me. Jews don’t believe in the divinity of Christ and they simply don’t celebrate Christmas. Yet somehow, we Unitarians want to have our cake and eat it too. We disavow that Jesus was the Christ, but still have a candlelight Christmas Eve service. If we’re just celebrating the birthday of an important guy or the season, then why don’t we celebrate Sir Isaac Newton’s birthday?

Isaac Newton was born on December 25th, something we are certain is not the case for Jesus. In fact, this (fictional) coincidence of birth inspired Newton throughout his life and he felt that it was a sign from God that he was meant to be a giant among men. Back in my undergraduate chemistry days, we used to put a big banner along the halls of the chemistry department that read: Happy Newton’s Birthday! On the last day before winter break, we would have a birthday cake and drink punch and sing Sir Isaac happy birthday in absentia.

Although we had a good time and reveled in the goof on society we had invented, it would not be fair in any sense to say we had come up with a substitute religious holiday for Christmas. We merely changed the focus of the day.

So where does that leave most thinking UUs? We reject the divinity of Christ and hence the inherent meaning of Christmas. And we, as much as any sensitive, thinking people, reject Santa and the economic hold that Christmas has on the world. Yet at the same time, we all yearn for the hope, happiness, and joy we felt as kids and sometimes, almost by accident it seems, experience as adults.

I”ve been thinking for some years that there may be a way to reclaim the Christmas season in a way that will make it more meaningful for us. I hope you will find my suggestions helpful, recognizing that Christmas is an emotional and psychological battleship that is slow to turn.

My plan involves doing something that I spoke about in a theoretical sense in my last service – creating new stories that speak to us today in order to provide both context and meaning to our lives. Because, you see, the energy is already there. Christmas has more energy than you’d care to shake a stick at. That energy makes the Christmas season the perfect place to start to invent new stories, new mythologies, new ways of seeing ourselves and our lives.

I honestly believe that Christmas Day itself is too far gone to salvage. It is an economic juggernaut and my advice is to just get out of the way. But there is a holiday that can be salvaged. And it falls just twelve days after Christmas: the Epiphany.

The Epiphany, celebrated on January 6, is the day that the three wise men arrived at the manger, guided by the Christmas Star, declared Jesus to be the Christ child, and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Their arrival marks the end of the real twelve days of Christmas, not the last 12 shopping days before Christmas Day that Madison Avenue wants you to believe.

The Epiphany is a day all but lost in our culture, although it was and continues to be an important holiday in the Russian and Greek Orthodox churches and in other Christian countries. In fact, when I talked about this service with a number of people, I found that a surprising number of them did not know what the Epiphany is.

I know about the Epiphany because my uncle was a Russian Orthodox priest. When I was a kid, I used to sometimes be an altar boy with my cousins, especially around the Christmas season, when services were crowded and my uncle could use the help. My family always celebrated the Epiphany and we did not take our Christmas tree down until January 7. Of course, by then it was a fire hazard and the object of ridicule by the neighborhood kids, most of whom had taken down their trees either right after Christmas Day or right after New Year’s . So I have practical experience with the holiday, experience that convinces me that the Epiphany contains considerable meaning that we can mine and use for our own lives.

The Epiphany, not Christmas Day, is the real religious holiday. Until the wise men arrived and revealed to the world that this infant was the Christ child, Jesus was just another poor kid in the manger. The word epiphany means to reveal or recognize that which is already there, but which we cannot or do not yet see. There is a universal aspect to the epiphany, beyond the manifestation of Christ to the Magi. And that is simply this: it represents the recognition of the light within all of us, whether you call it divine or simply the spark of life. While we do not believe that Jesus was god, many of us believe that we all – him included – have the divine within us. As Robert Heinlein said in Stranger in a Strange Land: “I am god, thou art god, and all that groks is God.”

Here is a ready made myth that is overripe for the taking by Unitarians. What is more Unitarian than a holiday that reminds us that we all have a light inside ourselves, a light that must be uncovered and revealed to the world in order for us to be fully human and perhaps approach the divine?

And here is another benefit. For the first time in 16 services I am actually going to talk about one of our Seven Principles beyond noting they exist. Our very first principle states that we believe in the inherent worth and dignity of every person. During the Christmas season, we can honor this principle by first, reminding ourselves of the spark within ourselves, and second, by honoring it within others.

In the first instance, we can connect with – or perhaps find for the first time’the divine spark within our own hearts and souls. Of course, none of us is a king; and none of us is the Christ. But we are all aware, spiritual beings. We all have a light inside of us, however you choose to describe it, and when we reveal it to ourselves at the Epiphany, we are reminding ourselves that we, like Jesus, are sons and daughters of the cosmos. Once we have revealed our light to ourselves, then we can follow the words of Jesus who said that one does not light a lantern and then put it under a box. Our light must be nurtured and allowed to grow and to illuminate ourselves and the world around us. We can use the Epiphany to remind us of that important task.

The wise men gave gifts to Jesus because he was the King of the Jesus and they worshipped him because he was the Christ. And the gifts they gave him were the gifts of a king: gold, frankincense and myrrh. The spiritual aspect of gift giving, then, is that it is a tangible demonstration of the worth and dignity of the other person. So when we give gifts to each other at Christmas, it should be for a better reason than to make housework easier or to accumulate stuff in the “whoever dies with the most toys wins” mode.

The best reason I can think of to give gifts at Christmas is to demonstrate to the person to whom you are giving that he or she is important, that he or she matters to you, that you are not just thinking of him or her, but will honor their individuality, and that they, like Jesus, deserve to be given a gift. In our society gift giving has gone from a special gift that symbolized the gifts of the magi, to trying to outdo each other in a materialistic shark feeding. My kids used to have so many boxes from relatives, and to be fair, us, their parents. that their mother and I decided to hold some back and dole them out over the year. There is something wrong, I think, with kids having 30 boxes waiting for them under the tree.

Here is where the thought really counts. The why of Christmas gift giving has been lost in a crass commercialism that knows no bounds. You are a daughter of the cosmos, my friend, my lover, I will honor you today with a gift of – a blender? See, it doesn’t work. Not if you are trying to connect to this universal truth I am talking about and our first UU principle. And just to be fair, it doesn’t work for a three-quarter inch drill either. If gift giving at Christmas is to have any meaning, the gifts we give must be the gifts of the human spirit, of the light that shines within all of us. On this day, at least, and for one special gift, at least, let the thought be noble, the heart pure, and the gift divine.

So, in the practice what you preach department, this is my proposal. Follow Jesus’ advice and render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s. I have abandoned Christmas day to the merchants. It really has no meaning for Unitarians anyway, and I think in popular culture it lost whatever meaning it had as a spiritual holiday long ago. December 25 has for millennia been a day that belonged much more to Caesar than to God. If we can believe its press, it started out as a pagan bacchanalian festival – we, in our capitalist bottom line society have simply perfected it.

The spiritual meaning of the season and I think, the Unitarian meaning, might be recaptured by allowing December 25th to instead mark the beginning of a 12 day reflective period. Twelve is a magic number in many cultures, so we can keep it as part of the new story. Then December 25th can become a symbolic beginning of the quest to understand who we are and to find the sacred within us. The period in between, which now is just a stretch of dead time until New Year’s Day, will allow us time to think about and be quiet with this most important of spiritual subjects.

And then, on January 6th, let us celebrate the Epiphany, the revealing of that which was already there, and rediscover, rekindle, and reveal the light of life within us all. Then we may rededicate ourselves to honor that discovery within ourselves and allow – no insist that – the light inside shine outward the entire year through. And in conjunction with transforming this inner discovery into an outward expression of love, compassion, connection, and simply being, I suggest we use the giving of gifts to acknowledge the light in others with a gift from the heart and soul, a gift that honors the light in the other, a gift bought during the symbolic twelve day journey of discovery, and thus a gift that allows us to beat Caesar at his own game by buying it during the secular after Christmas sales.

I even think it would be nice if Unitarian churches thought about celebrating the Epiphany with its own service of light. Instead of celebrating the godhood of Christ, however, we would celebrate the spark of the divine within us all. After all, we UUs have a Christmas Eve candle light service. Frankly, it feels even more appropriate to me for us to have a candle light service on the Epiphany. The candles are obvious symbols of the light of life we carry within us, of the divine light the wise men revealed in Jesus.

The power of Christmas is undeniable. That power reflects our deep longing to know who we are, where we came from, and what is the best way to live and connect to one another. This is my suggestion for taking the energy of Christmas, so much of which is either lost to us or has become negative, and transforming it into our energy through a new story and a new commitment to ourselves and each other. If we can do that, then perhaps we can all have a very august Christmas indeed.

 


Presented August 4, 2002

 

First Unitarian Universalist Church of Austin

Austin, Texas

Revised for Print

Copyright – 2002 by Jim Checkley

A Most Unlikely Unitarian

© Jim Checkley

8 July 2001

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

It’s the summer time, and when we are young, anyway, it is a time of simple play. And yet, when I think about being Unitarian, “simple” and “play” are two words which don’t really jump out at me to define who we are. In one of those wonderfully irrational moments of clarity that happen from time to time, I recognized in a rather famous character a cartoon-like mirror of us – or at least the more parochial us – and just knew I had discovered the jumping-off point for a service. So this Sunday, in hopefully a lighthearted way befitting the season, we will explore ourselves through the example of this most unlikely of Unitarians, a veritable self-proclaimed super- genius, whose very essence, and lifelong behavior, more than qualify for admission to our denomination.

I love comic books and cartoons. Reading comics and watching cartoons is a pleasure I have not – and hope I never will – grow out of. When I was young, I had a paper route which supplied me with more than enough money to indulge my comic book passions. There was a place on Main Street in Passaic, New Jersey, called the Passaic Book Center. In the late-sixties I was there at least once a week buying primarily comic books, science fiction paperbacks, and various cinema and monster magazines like Famous Monsters of Filmland. Those were some of the happiest days of my life.

In those days of stone knives and bear skins, we didn’t have cable TV with channels like Nickelodeon and the Cartoon Network. TV was broadcast and even just outside of New York City in New Jersey where I grew up, we only had the three networks and a few independents. Neither did we have videotapes or DVDs or the Internet. So there were basically only two ways to watch cartoons: either on TV, and there mostly on Saturday and Sunday mornings, or sometimes at the movie theater on the weekend before a feature film. I cherished my cartoon time and actually seeing a cartoon at the movies was a real thrill.

In case you can’t tell, I was then, and still am, an animation junkie. With our computer technology, today’s animation technically far outstrips that of the past. But I still have a deep fondness for the old cartoons. And among my all time favorite cartoons was the Road Runner with his perpetual antagonist, Wile E. Coyote.

Wile E. Coyote is one of my two or three favorite cartoon characters of all time. He has been chasing after the Road Runner for decades. The set-up for the cartoons was always the same: Wile E. would try his best to capture the speedy, elusive, and almost mystically lucky Road Runner. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how clever the trap he set or sophisticated and complicated the devices he used, Wile E. always failed. Always. And yet, I, and millions of others, fell in love with Wile E Coyote. And although we may not have ever wanted him to actually catch the Road Runner (well maybe just once!), we certainly did not want to see him fail. But fail he did, gloriously, constantly, and in ways that simply astonished and delighted us.

I had no idea then that Wile E. would someday inspire me to do a church service focused on him and his escapades with the Road Runner. But one day recently, I had this odd revelation that Wile E. Coyote, self-proclaimed super genius and absolutely, hands-down, the world’s worst predator, would be my candidate as the most unlikely of Unitarians. In that moment I saw in Wile E. so much that I see in myself and many of us in our denomination and decided it was too good a vision to pass up. Because as amusing as my thesis may be, I hope today to show you that there is also something equally profound.

Wile E. was always plotting behind Road Runner’s back, but I prefer to talk about him as if he were here with us today. So here we have Mr. Wile E. Coyote, or at least a bean bag version of him. The Latin name for coyote is Canis latrans, but for today, and for our purposes, we will refer to Wile E. as Toomuchus Intellectualis, although we could just as easily refer to him as Pitifulis Predatorus, because both his high IQ and his abysmal record as a predator provide us with insights into ourselves and our lives.

And although the focus today is on Wile E., we must not ignore the Road Runner. I couldn’t find a bean-bag Road Runner, so my daughter, Kathleen, kindly painted his picture for me. He’s just a little guy, but is fast as lightning. His Latin name is Geococcyx californianus, but for today, and for our purposes, we will refer to him as Veritas Elusivaris, that is, the elusive Truth. Road Runner has eluded Wile E. for over fifty years often through sheer speed, but also through a good luck streak that borders on the supernatural. Like any good symbol of Truth, Road Runner doesn’t say much except “Beep Beep,” and is in most ways totally inscrutable. And although the notion of the Road Runner as mystic will have to wait for another day, for today, at least, I want you to bear with me and view our friend Wile E. here as a most unlikely Unitarian in search of that most elusive of prey, the Truth.

By the Truth, I mean that which resonates with our souls and provides us with meaning in our lives and makes us feel like it is worth getting up in the morning and worth living. We all have different truths – today I am talking about the one you seek.

Now you might be asking yourself, what credentials does Wile E. have that gives him credence as a Unitarian? Well, first of all, we have no idea what Wile E. Coyote believes – which makes him perfect for Unitarian Universalism. That really wasn’t fair, I guess, but the fact is that we are a creedless church and what each one of us believes is a matter of personal conscience. Yes, we have our principles, and they are printed each week in our order of service. But those principles do not dictate that we believe that X or Y is or is not true.

But even more importantly, we know that Wile E. is most proud of his amazing intellect and places rational intellect over emotion and other ways of dealing with the world, and isn’t that at the heart of the Unitarian movement? Aren’t we famous for being the great religious rationalists? We differ from traditional religion with the latter’s emphasis on revealed truth and the necessity to have faith and belief in that truth no matter how far removed it may be from our empirical understandings of the world and our place in it. If we believed in revealed truth then we wouldn’t have to be running around like Wile E. Coyote trying to capture it – it would be served up to us on a silver platter. But on some level, I think, our love affair with the rational intellect goes beyond our demand that our religious truth be consistent – and perhaps more than that – with scientific truth.

I have been going to Unitarian churches for twenty-five years and it has always seemed to me that we claim every smart person who has ever lived as Unitarian. And if we’re not sure, then at the least we claim they were “closet Unitarians.” I went on the Internet and found – within minutes – several Unitarian sites which provided list after list of famous Unitarian Universalists. Politicians, scientists, philosophers, social workers, you name it. And I had a revelation: We brag on the famous in our ranks in much the same way that other religions brag on their version of revealed truth. So I think I am within my rights to claim Wile E. Coyote for the ranks of Unitarianism. He is, after all, a self-proclaimed super genius, is quite famous, and his beliefs are, to be kind, unclear to us. I would say he is perfect for the position.

But wait a minute. If Wile E. is so smart, how come he has never caught the Road Runner? This is a good question, a seminal question, and the one that brought me here before you today.

The simple answer is that Wile E. makes everything complicated and in the process thinks himself out of a meal. Wile E. is incapable of merely catching the Road Runner. He has to use some intellectual artifice, some Rube Goldberg contraption, to catch his prey. So instead of just grabbing the Road Runner when he is standing out on the road, Wile E. uses his Acme Rocket Sled to try to cut the Road Runner off at the pass. He devises complicated traps which depend on magnetic bird seed and quick opening Star Trek-like steel doors. He constructs or purchases complicated devices that would make any Aggie engineer proud. And then he fails. Time and again.

And he doesn’t just fail. He fails miserably. Who can ever forget the image of Wile E. Coyote suspended in mid-air, a look of sad resignation on his face as he pitifully waves good-bye, and then with a high pitch whistle, falls to the desert floor and crashes with a muffled but sickening thud? Whether flattened like a pancake, scorched and burned to a golden black crisp, or squished like an accordion, our resident genius Mr. Coyote is left scratching his head – assuming he can still move his arms – wondering what went wrong.

Unitarians – and many others – believe that if we are smarter, then we will get to the Truth faster. I have nothing against being smart. It’s a good thing. But don’t we sometimes, like Wile E., tend to construct complicated intellectual paradigms or buy into far out or marginal theories in our such for Truth? Honestly, when we look back over our lives and the methods and fruits of our spiritual quests, how often do we discover we believed we could find the Truth using the equivalent of an Acme Rocket Belt only to end up, like Wile E., crashed into the side of a mesa? I want to suggest that like Wile E., we sometimes lose ourselves in our complicated intellectualisms and paradigms and in the process, we miss the Truth. You know, we laugh today at mediaeval philosophers who argued about such arcane topics as how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, or whether God – all powerful and omnipotent creator – can make a four sided triangle. But are we much different than they were when we rely on intellectual artifice or extreme and complicated theories to capture the Truth?

Over seven hundred years ago, William of Ockham wondered about these same issues within the context of a medieval culture caught in the thrall of the sometimes wildly weird pronouncements of the Roman Catholic Church. His law of parsimony, also known as Ockham’s Razor, became a cannon in the development of science and even today exercises great influence on scientists as they grapple with explanations for the workings of the universe. But Ockham’s Razor is much more than a rule to apply to scientific theories. The notion that all things being equal, the simplest answer is usually the best, if not the right, answer is one that comes into play in almost everything we do – including the quest for Truth. I think you would agree with me that Wile E. Coyote can use a little razoring in his approach to catching the Road Runner. It is a lesson I know I need to remind myself of all the time in my own life.

I don’t mean to pick on Wile E. and just focus on the negative. Indeed, one of the things that Wile E. teaches us is that what matters, ultimately, at least as much as success, is the character of the attempt. One of the reasons Wile E. is beloved is that he is sincere in his quest, never gives up, and despite his boasts that he is a super-genius, suffers the humiliations of the universe (and the Road Runner) with equanimity and grace – if you can call walking into the sunset with an accordion body waving in the breezes graceful. It is precisely because we identify with Wile E. and his quest, and recognize his sincerity, that we love him. Is there a better lesson to learn in life than to persevere in the face of persistent failure, to remain at peace with yourself and the universe, and to try your best, despite the odds?

And yet, while we may admire Wile E. for his perseverance and character, we wonder about his methods. It has been said that the very definition of neurosis is to repeat the same behavior over and over again, each time expecting a different result. Wile E. qualifies under this definition as he tries one after another of his contraptions, each time with the same result, and yet each time believing that the next attempt will succeed. If we acknowledge that Wile E. is smart – and we do – then we have to wonder what is going on here. Because as easy as it is to conclude that Wile E. has simply gotten caught up in his own complexity, it is puzzling to see him rely on the same methods, the same behavior, the same misplaced hopes, time and time again. It’s not like the universe hasn’t been sending him the message that the bombs, the rocket sleds, and the spring powered shoes, aren’t working. It has. But he is stuck repeating familiar behavior, hoping for a different outcome – a condition I suspect many of us today can identify with.

I think it is difficult to try something new, whether you are Wile E. Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner, or you are an ordinary person trying to make sense of the world. Wile E. is so committed to his intellect as the path to his salvation, that it never even occurs to him that maybe there is another way. His search for the right device, the right tool, causes him to escalate his attempts, both in terms of complexity and creativity – for Wile E. is nothing if not creative. But he either never sees – or never has the courage – to try another way. Because it takes courage to seek our own Truth, and to try new behavior in hopes of a different outcome.

Don’t we all sometimes do the same thing? Whether it is being stuck in a job we hate or the habits we bring to a relationship or even the way we find pleasure in our lives, how often do we repeat the same behavior, thinking that if this time we can just fix this or that little thing, or make

this or that a little better, then everything will be different only to discover, once again, that it is the same?

My favorite anecdotal example of this behavior is our diets. We try diet after diet, many of them as funny and complicated in their own way as Acme Rocket Sleds, remote controlled aerial bombs, and spring loaded shoes. We convince ourselves that if we eat nothing but cabbage soup, or substitute pickles for ice cream, or don’t eat any carbohydrates, or eat nothing but carbohydrates, except on alternate Tuesdays when the moon is full, we will lose weight and look just like the beautiful people in the ads. But it never works. And yet there we are, going from diet to diet each time expecting a different result. William of Ockham would tell us that we simply need to eat less and exercise more. But no, not us. We have to complicate things with multicolored cards and counting systems that would make a Las Vegas gambler squeal. I sometimes think we Unitarians tend to do the same thing with our search for meaning and spiritual truth that we do with diets and other aspects of our lives.

And then what does Wile E. finally do when all his grandiose plans fail? According to Ian Frazier, like any good red-blooded modern American, Wile E. puts the blame for the failure of his complex intellectual plan to capture Road Runner not on himself, but on Acme.

I mean, what could be more American, more rational, than for Wile E. to sue Acme for damages? And he has good reason, doesn’t he? After all, no Acme product purchased by Wile E. Coyote has worked as advertised in more than half a century. But although those devices were defective, I for one have little sympathy for anybody who would actually strap on a pair of Acme Rocket Skates and blast through the dessert at 200 miles per hour thinking everything will turn out roses. Sounds to me sort of like putting scalding hot coffee between your legs as you drive.

Although Acme may have sold Wile E. defective products, I am of the belief that Acme is not responsible for Wile E.’s failure to catch the Road Runner. There is another, more interesting, possibility that I want to explore. I think it is possible that Wile E.’at some subconscious level – really doesn’t want to catch the Road Runner. I think it is possible that he is actually sabotaging himself. Now I am not trying to impugn Wile E.’s integrity. Not at all. But think about it: in 50-odd years, he has never caught the Road Runner? Come on. Talk about being a pitiful predator. I happen to think there is more here than just defective rocket belts and catapults. I think this goes much deeper than that.

I think the reason Wile E. Coyote has become such a poor predator is the quest has become the meaning in his life and if he actually caught the Road Runner, that meaning would be lost. What I mean here is that the quest, the search, the attempt, is what gets Wile E. up in the morning, it is what drives his spirit and his intellect, it is the very essence of his life. The accomplishment of the goal – getting a good meal – has long ago taken a back seat to the quest itself.

It’s easy to see how this might happen. Just imagine you are Wile E. Coyote and you feel deep in your bones that if you actually catch this Road Runner creature, fulfill your avowed quest, then the cartoon will be over. The world as you knew it would be gone and your life would be transformed in ways you could scarcely imagine. What might you do with this internal conflict? Even if only subconsciously, might you not invest the quest with your emotional energy, with your intellectual energy, and find in it the meaning and substance for your life and in the process make sure you never caught the Road Runner?

I believe that a similar dilemma often faces us in our own search for understanding and truth. I think it is sometimes tremendously difficult and takes a lot of courage to truly put yourself on the line when it come to embracing and being engaged with issues of the spirit, the Truth as I have been referring to it. Because actually facing and embracing the Truth can be a dangerous thing. Any real encounter with Truth will transform us, sometimes in ways we neither understand nor are able to anticipate. That prospect of transformation, even though we may say we want it on an intellectual level, requires us to change and often to give up some part of ourselves – in some real sense allow a part of us to die – and to then leave our comfort zones and change the way we behave. And what is more scary than that?

We often hear that the journey is more important than the destination. I agree that sometimes it is – but only so long as it is the journey that is transforming. But what I am talking about here is not transforming at all and actually allows us to maintain the status quo and keep the transformative power we say we are searching for at least at arms length. When the quest becomes a way to provide meaning in our lives without ever really opening the door to the possibility of true change by actually finding, embracing, and believing in something we find to be true and real, it has become our shield, our suit of armor against change, the ever elusive notion of Truth always just outside our grasp or down the next path.

These notions have special meaning for Unitarians because we have no creed and what we believe is really up to us and our personal consciences. While this is one of the fundamental reasons I am a Unitarian, this circumstance does place each of us in a much more uncertain and difficult place than having a set of beliefs mandated by the church. So thinking about Wile E. and his quest for the Road Runner got me to wondering whether any of us Unitarians ever use the phrase ‘I am searching after Truth,’ as a code for the notion that so long as we are engaged in the search, then we don’t need to actually risk believing in something, we don’t have to make a choice. We can revel in the excitement and safety of the quest forever.

There is something deep and universal here that defies articulation in mere words. Yet these examples at least suggest that our motives are not always what they may appear to be on the surface. We would all do well perhaps to take time to examine our lives, to try to discover what gives them meaning. Do we have a Road Runner that gives meaning to our lives simply by remaining forever outside our grasp? Is our quest a real one or are we simply window shopping for truth, the quest itself becoming a shield or armor within which we actually protect ourselves from a real encounter with Truth and all the transformation and uncertainty that comes with it? Is our habit of using intellectual artifice and engaging over and over again in the same behaviors just another way we avoid having to deal with the big issues of life, be they spiritual or practical? Do we actual want to find and believe in something? I cannot, of course, answer these questions. But they need answering and I am delighted that a simple cartoon like Road Runner could act as the catalyst for our exploration of such important issues.

I will close by saying this. If we pay attention, and remember Ockham’s rule of simplicity and economy, then maybe when we become like Wile E. Coyote and begin to go down the path of creating every more complex intellectual artifices, of repeating past behaviors, and seeking along distant paths, we will recognize that something is wrong just by the complexity of what we have wrought, and seek a simpler path. For not only are we sometimes too intensely committed to our intellects, and clothed in the protective shielding of our quest, the fact is that the world around us, and more importantly, the world inside of us, is more often than not amenable to a different approach – a quieter, simpler approach that lies within our grasp, but often just outside our finely constructed frameworks of reason and logic. Because when reason and logic are at wits end, when all the equations, rocket belts, and nuclear powered catapults have failed, oftentimes the best hope for finding our answers is to take a walk around the pond, where we can lose all those artifices, become quite, and listen.

It is one of the great challenges of life to sense when that time has come, and in the spirit of adventure, and keeping our friend Wile E. Coyote in mind, have the courage to let go of our toys, our shields, our crate loads of weapons, and just let it be.

Amen and Amen.

 


 

Presented July 8, 2001

First Unitarian Universalist Church of Austin

Austin, Texas

Revised for Print

Copyright 2001 by Jim Checkley

Forgiveness is Possible

© Barbara Coeyman

22 April 2001

First UU Church of Austin

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The Sunflower: A Story of Forgiveness

I want to tell you a story this morning about a man named Simon. Well, it’s actually a story about forgiveness. So before I tell you about Simon, I want to ask you:

Who could explain to me what forgiveness is?…

Could one person tell me someone you’d like to forgive, or maybe did forgive?

Could one person tell me about how you’ve been forgiven by someone else?

Well let me tell you about Simon. This story is true, and it happened about 60 years ago, during a very bad time in the world, during the Holocaust. In the Holocaust millions of Jewish people were put in Nazi prisons-what they called concentration camps-and many were killed.

Simon was a young Jewish man from Poland. Simon was confined to a concentration camp. One day he was called from his work detail at a hospital to the bedside of Karl, who was an SS officer from Stuttgart. That is, Karl was part of the people who persecuted the Jews. Karl was 21 and he was dying after being wounded in fighting.

When Simon walked into Karl’s room, Karl was clutching a letter from his mother and he was crying. He knew he was dying. He also knew that he had done many horrible things to many Jewish people, including setting a house on fire and shooting some of the people who tried to run out of the burning house. Karl felt very guilty. He wanted to talk to a Jew like Simon because he said he wanted to die in peace. So he asked Simon if Simon, on behalf of all the millions of Jews in Europe, would forgive him for all these Horrible things he had done. He thought that if Simon would forgive he, he could die in peace.

Simon was so startled by this story, that he didn’t know what to say to Karl. So he said nothing. He walked away and said he’d come back tomorrow to talk about Karl’s Request some more.

That night, when Simon got back to the concentration camp, he couldn’t stop – Talking about this scene with Karl to his friends, and he couldn’t sleep that night. He was so torn about whether he should tell Karl he forgave him.

Before I finish the story of Simon, I was just wondering: what would any of you have done if you had been Simon? Would you have forgiven this man who did many horrible things to you or your family or your people?

Well, let me tell you how the story ended. When Simon went back to Karl’s bed the next day, he found it empty. Karl had died during the night. Simon never gave Karl the chance to be forgiven before Karl died.

Simon was one of the lucky Jews. He survived the Holocaust. And he lost a lot more than one night’s sleep over Karl’s request. This incident with Karl haunted him for years afterwards, so much that he wrote a book about this. He called this book The Sunflower, because the story reminded him of fields of sunflowers that were near the hospital and the concentration camp. The sun- flowers reminded him of life and hope and beauty which can survive, even through horrible events like the Holocaust.

So I want you to take Simon’s story away with you, and think about someone you’d like to forgive, or maybe someone who you’d like to be forgiven by. And how hard forgiveness can sometimes be.

Forgiveness is Possible

Dr. Loehr is at the southwest district meeting this weekend. This is the first time I’ve been in this pulpit since I received the invitation to Portland next year. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a little over two years since I preached my first sermon from this pulpit. I am thankful for the many opportunities this and other UU churches here in central Texas have provided me to hone my ministerial skills. I’m also looking forward to challenges awaiting me in Portland.

Recently one of my seminary profs gave a pep talk to us seniors about to enter ministry. He reminded us that worship services and sermons can vary a great deal, from individual to individual and from Sunday to Sunday. Some services, he said, seem like the finest four-star meal at Fonda San Miguel. Other services are more like take-out from MacDonalds…… I’ll leave it to each of you to decide how you are nourished this morning.

I want to frame my sermon on forgiveness with two readings. The first, by Raymond Baughan, is short, but may pull us into a framework for thinking about forgiveness.

When my anger’s over

may the world be young again

as after the rain –

the cool clean promise

and the dance of branches glistening green

 – Raymond John Baughan: The Sound of Silence, 1965

  I want to tell you about an experience I had about six years ago with some church friends back in Pittsburgh which could have used some forgiveness. An ad-hoc committee planned to re-organize our church’s music program. Things were going along really well, when suddenly our planning fell apart, I think largely because of a few avoidable mis-communications. Ill feelings over music carried into other parts of church life. The music program was never reorganized and several of us lost valued friendships, I suspect for good.

All five of us on the committee probably messed up. Thinking back, there were Things each of us could have done to help the mix-up. For myself, I probably took the incident more seriously than some others. I felt lots of emotion because I really liked the people on this committee and was sad to loose their friendship. I wanted to make amends, but for whatever reasons, we didn’t. I hoped for wholeness, but relationships were broken. I wanted to forgive and be forgiven, but it was not to be. But I didn’t push toward forgiveness because some others on the committee did not feel the same need I did. We had really different understandings of forgiveness. Given that we were in a church context, like Simon in our ‘Sunflower’ story, I started to feel confused about forgiveness. If you don’t find forgiveness at church, where can you find it?

This music incident certainly was not as serious as the harm of Jews Simon was asked to forgive. In our musical problems, no one was physically hurt, even though there was emotional distress. But the incident started me thinking about forgiveness. Why did forgiveness seem so remote, so ungraspable? What is the role of forgiveness in the personal, social, religious, and political communities we live in?

As part of a course on liberal ethics at the UU seminary Meadville/Lombard in Chicago this past January, I returned to the topic forgiveness. I was quite surprised when my research yielded little about forgiveness in the context of liberal religion and ethics. I looked in various Unitarian Universalist materials. For example, forgiveness is not mentioned in our seven principles: like the word ‘love,’ which is also not in the principles, ‘forgiveness’ seems like an allusive quality. There are several hymns and readings on forgiveness in the UU hymnal, but there’s also not much about forgiveness on the UU web- site. Even that liberal ethics course included very little on forgiveness.

What was this all about? Was this situation in Pittsburgh purely personal and isolated: that is, was that break-down just something about us? Or was there something about that particular church context? Or, is there something more pervasive in liberal ethics and religion which skirts the topic of forgiveness?

CHARACTERISTICS OF FORGIVENESS

I thought I might find better answers to my search if I understood better what forgiveness looks like. Forgiveness can be situated in so many different contexts-in spirituality, in ethics, in religion, in psychology. Forgiveness is explained by a variety of criteria. Let’s review some of these.

For one, the theologian Paul Tillich explains forgiveness as continuing to accept one who has hurt us. Forgiveness is a process involving two individuals or groups between whom there has been an injury, trespass, other offense significant enough to require resolution (Kushner). Forgiveness can occur between individuals, or in a community such as a church, or among larger units such as nations. One-sided forgiveness is possible, but not as effective as mutual forgiveness. Forgiveness can also be of the self, as if the self is divided into two parties. Sometimes self-forgiveness is the most difficult: we tend to be hard on ourselves, we often have trouble lightening up. Tillich also keeps forgiveness in check. Some harms are not severe enough for forgiveness: it’s important to know which harms should be forgotten, not forgiven. Clearly, Karl’s offenses against Jews were not forgetable.

Second, Forgiveness involves both admitting wrongdoing and accepting admission of wrongdoing from the other: forgiving and being forgived. Harold Kushner hopes that admission of wrongdoing takes the form of guilt-that is, judgment of self about the act precipitating forgiveness-and not shame-judgment from others that the core nature of other people is rotten.

Circumstances calling for forgiveness are often located in parts of ourselves involving intense creativity or emotion: like work, parenting, sex, and mortality. These areas are all very much a part of the human condition. Nevertheless, we often tend to apologize for wanting forgiveness in these core parts of life.

Also, Forgiveness is intentional. We CAN choose not to forgive. Mutual intentionality is best-both parties want forgiveness-but sometimes forgiveness is for one side only, as already mentioned. For example, incest is often described in terms of one-sided forgiveness, important for the victims but not the perpetrators. Sometimes forgiveness is not appropriate at all- there may be serious injury we choose not to forgive (Rodney Jones poem). But it is also important to remember that forgiving is NOT forgetting. If we forget, we risk repeating past wrongs. If we forget, we miss the process of transformation which forgiveness makes possible.

Finally, thus we see that forgiveness is practical, or I like to describe it as performative. We can’t just think forgiveness, we need to do it. Doing for- giveness brings about changes to relationships. Forgiveness can re-stabilize a temporarily broken relationship. Forgiveness leads to RECONCILIATION. Forgiveness makes a future possible. Forgiveness helps us get rid of grudges and find peace.

FORGIVENESS IN LIBERAL THOUGHT

Even after considering all these dimensions of forgiveness, I still wonder about the absence of forgiveness in liberal religious and ethical thought. I admit that as I read Simon Wiesenthal’s The Sunflower I sensed that forgiveness was a much more common part of both Jewish and Christian cultures in the 1940s than I know today in our postmodern culture. In fact, maybe forgiveness is not so much a religious or ethical issue today, but instead a culture one. Maybe we postmodern humans just don’t do forgiveness these days?

At the risk of over-generalizing, could we critique a collective liberal position regarding forgiveness for a few minutes. Is there something about a liberal mindset which is less than compatible with forgiveness? Can you see your- self in any of these possibilities?

Historically, liberal faith has represented self-reliance and independence of the human spirit. Might these qualities work against admitting culpability and wrongdoing in situations which require forgiveness?

Also, if we misunderstand forgiveness to mean forgetting, we might thus equate forgiveness with giving up control. My Pittsburgh friends could not accept MY forgiving them because to do so would have meant admitting that THEY were also affected by our broken relationship: they would have had to admit that they too were vulnerable, to being hurt and also to hurting others.

Also, while the principles of Unitarian Universalism theoretically promote respect for the inherent worth and dignity of all persons, is there ever any time when we exercise our respect categorically? Do we decide that some per- sons may be more worthy of respect and thus forgiveness than others? Sometimes I wonder if we confuse inherent worth with tangible worth.

Perhaps most persuasively, for seekers in liberal religion, forgiveness may be associated with other religious experiences based on admission of original sin, confession, and general human inadequacy. Usually in religions which advance such theologies, forgiveness is generated only by God rather than humans. In contrast, the liberal view grants humans much more agency and control in forgiveness, but we may shy away from talking about forgiveness at all because of past experiences with this more incriminating approach.

FINDING VIABLE SOURCES

While any of my proposals about forgiveness and liberal views might be theoretically true to some extent, I also know that there are many forgiving persons in our community, indeed, in this sanctuary this very Sunday morning. So rather than categorize or rationalize too much, I’m willing to chalk up that Pittsburgh incident to individual circumstances. However, I also don’t want to back down on my observation that forgiveness could be much more in evidence in our written materials and our worship practices. I’m beginning to find many resources which I think could be applied to and adopted by Unitarian Universalism.

I’ve had some moving forgiveness experiences recently in both Yom Kippur and Christian worship services, and read about forgiveness in bestsellers such as Gary Zukav’s The Seat of the Soul. But the most stimulating ideas about forgiveness I’ve found recently appear in two books. The first is a rather scholarly work by Donald Shriver, former president of Union Seminary in New York City. In a book called An Ethic for Enemies, Shriver discusses forgiveness in Politics-and he doesn’t mean just in Florida. Shriver envisions forgiveness between nations and other large groups of people. Forgiveness and justice are closely related. His thesis is that ‘the leftover debris’ which ‘clogs the relationship of diverse groups of humans around the world’ will never clear up until forgiveness enters these relationships. – Shriver refers frequently to Rodney King’s plea after the Los Angeles race riots that we all get along. Without forgiveness, Shrivers reminds us, we will repeat the crimes of our ancestors.

Shriver’s theory is already being implement in South Africa, where forgiveness is the core of Anglican Bishop Desmond Tutu’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission. Tutu derived forgiveness from his Ubuntu (U-BUN-tu) theology. Ubuntu theology might be a worthy inspiration for liberal western forgiveness. Meaning ‘humanity,’ ‘Ubuntu’ theology believes that religion and politics cannot be separated. Ubuntu promotes community, interdependence, and mutual support, unlike the typical western ideology of independence, self-sufficiency, and hierarchy. Ubuntu’s central tenet sounds a lot like UU’s 7th principle: that we promote respect for the interdependent web of life of which we are all a part.

Wrote Desmond Tutu: –

… I have gifts that you do not have, so, consequently, I am unique. You have gifts that I have, so you are unique. God has made us so that we will need each other. We are made for a delicate network of interdependence. (Tutu 35). 

However, Community cannot be sustained without forgiveness, even forgiveness toward perpetrators of apartheid. Desmond Tutu’s recent book title tells it all: No Future without Forgiveness. There is no future if we don’t confront past hurt and injury. Unresolved conflict will destroy God’s community. The humans in God’s community must take responsibility for forgiveness. –

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PRACTICAL APPLICATION

How can we become even more forgiving? Since love and forgiveness are integrally related, a proactive mentality toward forgiveness can help us live more lovingly with everyone, even if we do not have specific wrongdoing to work through. Sherrill’s song?

If I had known Desmond Tutu’s vision of forgivenness a few years ago, how might I have dealt differenlty with my friends in Pittsburgh?

-Tutu’s political base might have reminded me not to shy away from issues which require forgiveness, even if we suspect that the other party could hold power over us. In not confronting these issues, we actually reinforce the power and never find forgiveness. – –

– Tutu would have reminded me not to forget about the incident. Forgetting risks repeating past wrongs. – –

– Tutu may have reminded me that if one person hurts, all persons of a community hurt. Ubuntu might have inspired me to re-write our seventh principles, to read something like this: we promote ‘respect for the interdependent web of existence which is sustained by hope for the future through forgiveness and reconciliation.’

So as we asked the children earlier, let us ask ourselves again, who would you like to forgive? Is there anyone you would like forgiveness from? Forgiveness IS possible, and thus a future of reconciliation, hope, and love. For our closing frame, listen to these words of Sara Moores Campbell: – –

… when we invite the power of forgiveness, we release ourselves from some of the destructive hold the past has on us. Our hatred, our anger, our need to feel wronged – those will destroy us, whether a relationship is reconciled or not.

But we cannot just will ourselves to enter into forgiveness, either as givers or receivers. We can know it is right and that we want to do it, and still not be able to.

However, We can be open and receptive to the power of forgiveness, which, like any gift of the spirit, isn’t of our own making. Its power is rooted in love.a transcendent power that lifts us out of ourselves. It transforms and heals; and even when we are separated by time or space or death, it reconciles us to ourselves and to Life. For its power abides not just between us but within us. If we invited the power of love to heal our personal wounds and give us the gift of forgiveness, we would give our world a better chance of survival. (Montgomery 43).

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CONCLUSION

Archbishop Tutu believes we have no future without forgiveness. What lies in your future, in your personal relationships, in your community and church life, in your hope for our state and our nation and the world.

An Easter Story

Martin Bryant

April 8, 2001

First UU Church of Austin, Texas

On Palm Sunday, First UU member Martin Bryant will review the powerful story of Jesus of Nazareth. Martin’s spiritual path led him to reconciliation with its message. He will discuss the value of this reconciliation for other humanist/universalists, for his church, and his denomination.

A handful of years ago, I became dissatisfied with my rationalist lack-of faith, and I undertook to try and discover what spirituality was and how I could introduce more of it into my life.

Among the first conscious steps was to talk to a friend of mine for whom spirituality seemed to be a major component of his life. He followed the Indian and Buddhist religious traditions and spent at least a week each year at meditation retreats and had traveled to India in search of inspiration. His answer to me was surprising. He said I’ve been told by many of my teachers that Jesus is a path to enlightenment and an appropriate one for many Americans.

Now I was raised, and confirmed as a Methodist, but it never took, and after I had been in college most of a year, my born-again Baptist high school sweetheart sent me a Dear John letter that called me a heathen. So in spite of my initial reaction to this suggestion that I had already rejected this and the suggestion seemed a little condescending, I accepted this as a challenge and thus began a year or so of sojourning into these things and so I turned to C.S. Lewis. I read not only his wonderful Narnia Chronicles to my children, but I read his other works, including Mere Christianity. Mere Christianity can serve as a sort of rosetta stone for the Christian jargon. From Mr. Lewis, finally I had a working definition of what the “holy ghost” was, but I still didn’t get possessed.

Over the course of that year I also taught the Jesus curriculum to the Jr. High R.E. Class here at First UU. I was determined that it would be respectful and as accurate as I could make it. However, accuracy is a difficult concept in these matters. Though I could talk respectfully about Jesus, to convey understanding about Christianity required a Christian, something I simply was not.

On Easter weekend, Mary K., the then three kids and I went on a camping trip near Kerrville. Driving back in the rain on Easter Sunday, my daughter Kathleen asked about Easter “what did it mean? Why did Christians celebrate it?” I was silent for a while and then told the story of Jesus, not too differently from how I am about to tell it here.

Years passed and in the spring one year a professional colleague of mine who I admire, really my mentor, a devout Christian, sent me a simple e-mail. I had discussed this place with him and he was somewhat confused by it. Right before Easter he sent me this message asking “What about Easter? What do you and your church do on Easter?”.

By this time, I was beginning to find access into myself. My initial guide was the Tao-te-Ching. I am still fascinated by the most ancient texts. I had discovered what many here know, that my sojourn was and would be one of self-discovery. But Don’s question asked me to look back at Christianity. I did and I thought about the story I told my daughter, driving in the rain. I reflected that it gathered much of what I knew about Jesus and I wrote it down for Don and her and I guess for you..

The story begins many thousands of years ago. And those that know it, know that things were not going too well between the one, Yahweh, and his people. Things had started out pretty rocky with the apple from the tree of knowledge. Then there was the time the big guy got so mad he flooded the earth, drowning everyone except Noah, his family, and two of each of the animal species. Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? Even after saving the people from famine in Egypt and then delivering them from servitude, with dramatic plagues and locust swarms no less, there was that Golden Calf incident. The commandments didn’t really help too much. Frankly they reinforced the opinion folks had of the one – prescriptive and vindictive.

Well, Yahweh felt misunderstood. And so, he sent a messenger to better explain his position. A prophet, an angel, a treasured one, more a part of himself than any other.

And people were very surprised. Jesus of Nazareth shattered the “prescriptive and vindictive” image. He taught compassion and tended to the sick, including the lepers. He taught mercy and protected the sinner. He taught justice and brought his message to foreigners, women, and children. He eschewed religious law to assist people on the Sabbath. He taught that man could best show his love for Yahweh by loving his fellow man. And he lived his teachings.

A message this radical was hard to take. Jesus’ earthly mentor had been arrested and beheaded. And Jesus was even more popular and dangerous, both to the established church and the complicated government of his occupied homeland. And so Jesus of Nazareth, too was arrested. According to the story, he reacted to this with a discipline of nonviolence that was consistent with his teachings. But as we all who know the story know, Jesus’ fate, as was John’s before him, was to die.

Now whether by divine hand, or well crafted lore, this part of the story seems to be designed to make clear that the blame for Jesus’ execution should not be assigned to any one party. The Roman governor had him whipped, but limited punishment to that. The Jewish puppet monarch also refused to declare a punishment, giving the crowd the right to determine Jesus’ fate. Jesus’ own friends denied or otherwise betrayed him. Yes, Jesus would die, and it would be everyone’s fault, including, to the extent we could see our failings (of lost faith, embarrassment, and negligence) in those who killed him, our own.

But there was Jesus, beaten, bleeding, in enormous pain, humiliated, and a few breaths from death by horrible execution. And hanging from the cross, Jesus uttered among the most famous words of our lore “Forgive them, father, they know not what they do”

Now imagine you were among those early Christians. Believing that Jesus was the unique “son of God” and knowing the history of Yahweh, the powerful one who had proven to have such a nasty temper in the days of Noah and Moses. Those simple words “forgive them, father”, might offer little hope of protection from that awful wrath.

How long would we wait for the vengeance? Hours? Days? Months? Years? Centuries? What is this time to an omnipotent one?

And yet each day, the sun rose. The seas did not boil with blood, the skies did not fill with death. Those few words, requesting forgiveness began to seem like a shield, protecting the people. Protecting them from a terrible vengeance they completely deserved. There was no other explanation.

Well, two thousand years have passed and here we are now, recognizing the power of that forgiveness. Two thousand years. Forgive them Father.

Now, I’m not one of those people that believes that this story is either historically or metaphysically accurate. In the Gospel according to Mark…….Twain, he said “There’s nothing to change the truth like a good story”. And like many great stories, this one does “ring” true.

If I can learn from this story, if I can learn to be compassionate to the sick, even those that frighten me. If I can be merciful, even to those who threaten me. If I can exercise justice and see all of my sisters and brothers as equals. If I can see beyond dogma and religious law to a religion of kindness and understanding. If I can l be truly nonviolent and turn the other cheek. If I can make my life a mission of reconciliation and tender instruction. If I can forgive, when forgiveness seems impossible.

If I can learn to love.

Then maybe, I can be a Christian, in the same sense as my Unitarian predecessor Thomas Jefferson, who wrote: “I am a Christian, in the only sense he wished any one to be; sincerely attached to his doctrines, in preference to all others; ascribing to himself every human excellence; and believing he never claimed any other.”

Many Unitarian Universalist churches, including this one, seem to have an invisible picture of Jesus over the front doors. Unlike other churches, however, ours has a red circle and a bar across his face. I remember one meeting I attended here where we were discussing not having too much Christian music in the service and someone stated “We never have Jesus or Christ in the music in our church” followed by “…..well never in English in anyway.”

Not unlike my namesake of a few hundred years ago, I’d like to take hammer in hand and climb the church steps — not to nail something on the doors, but to tear down that invisible sign. It does us many disservices.

Firstly, it denies us the proven spiritual power of this story and this message. A message that is in great part responsible for the best parts of our culture. A message that is at the heart of both our Unitarian and Universalist traditions.

Secondly, it alienates those do not need or want the unnecessary and convoluted theology that others package with them, but find cultural reassurance in Jesus’ message and great comfort in the symbol of the kind and wise shepherd. They feel if he is not welcome here, they must not be either.

Thirdly, our rejection of this story is a barrier between between us and liberal Christians. A barrier which prevents us from cooperating with these fine people in ways that could be powerful and meaningful for us and our communities. A barrier which prevents us from building partnerships that could be transforming for ourselves and our communities.

Finally, that sign abandons this story to be the exclusive license of those whose unnecessary and convoluted theology separates this story from the Universal faith where it belongs. If we cannot preach this story here, then it cannot be taught without those things that some cannot accept.

Did Jesus rise? I don’t know. Jesus taught compassion, and justice, and forgiveness.

Can you roll back the great stone of guilt and fear and let those things rise in you?

Cornerstone, Keystone, Touchstone:

Unitarian Universalist Religious Education in our Lives

© Andrea Lerner

March 4, 2001

Director of Religious Education

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

Dr. Elias Farajaje-Jones describes religious education as “a global holistic process where we are all radically engaged in healing the universe.” Race, class, gender, geography, sexuality, and spirituality – all of these intersect, affect each other, and are deeply connected. It is the purpose of religious education, he said, to address these interconnections, change lives, and thereby change the community.

INVOCATION

Rabbi Nancy Fuchs, in Our Share of Night, Our Share of Morning, a book about parenting as a spiritual journey, writes of a conversation with a thirteen year old about religion. She said that after being exposed to a variety of religious services, she invented her own religion. It was the essence of simplicity. ‘God created the world and that’s it. You die and that’s it. It doesn’t matter what you wear to services. Actually,… there are no services, just the announcements and the refreshments.’

This girl may not have gotten all that religion has to offer yet, but she has begun to appreciate sharing life with others. As she grows older, she will find that she was right not to leave community out of her invented religion. For many, the home a religious community offers is a profound glimpse of grace.

WORDS FOR ALL AGES

Why do we have to learn this stuff?

Have you ever said that to yourself over in RE or at school?

What is something you have felt this way about?

Here is a story that tell us something about what we learn.

A long time ago, there were some travelers preparing to retire for the evening. They made their camp and watered their animals, and were just getting ready to go to sleep. Suddenly, they were surprised by a great light in the sky, and they knew something important was about to happen.

They waited for a sign or message, meant especially for them. A voice spoke out of the light. ‘Gather as many white stones as you can. Put them in your saddle bags. Travel for one day and the next sundown will find you both happy and sad.’

Then the light was gone. The travelers seemed disappointed. They thought the great light and mysterious voice would have brought a message of great importance, perhaps something that would enable them to bring peace and health to the world.

Instead, they were given the very menial task of picking up stones!! Happy and sad at the same time? This made no sense to them at all. However, the memory of their visitor filled with light caused them to pick up a few stones. (collect the stones in the empty bag and place in purse.)

At the end of the next day’s journey, while making camp, they came upon the bags of stones. They thought perhaps they should spill the stones out, to make their saddle bags lighter. Certainly the travelers were no happier than the day before. (bring forth other bag)

But when they spilled the bags, they found to their amazement that the white stones had turned into valuable gems – diamonds, rubies, emeralds – gems in all the colors of the rainbow. (spill out ‘gems’ – either on floor, if you can stand the chaos of children scrambling about, or into a flat basket, so they can each choose one)

Then they knew what the voice had meant about being happy and sad at the same time….

Why were the travelers happy? (cause they had gems)

Why were they sad? (cause they wished they had picked up more)

Now, here is what I think the story means…

Sometimes the things we are asked to learn do not seem important at the time, like gathering white stones seemed silly to the travelers.

As you grow up, you find that many of those simple things you learn turn out to be some of the most important lessons of our lives.

So I say to you, gather all the stones you can, and you can count on a bright future filled with gems of great value.

Cornerstone, Keystone, Touchstone

My sermon title today is, Cornerstone, Keystone, Touchstone: Unitarian Universalism in Our Lives. A more subversive subtitle might be: ‘How Lifespan UU Religious Education Can Rock Your World.’

At last summer’s General Assembly the Fah’s Lecturer, Reverend Elias Farajaje-Jones, encouraged the religious educators to think of themselves as radical transformers of our worlds – and applauded us as we go about our primary work – subverting the dominant paradigm. No slouch as a radical himself, Dr Farajaje-Jones described religious education as ‘a global holistic process where we are all radically engaged in healing the universe.’ Race, class, gender, geography, sexuality, spirituality – all of these intersect, affect each other, and are deeply connected – like pebbles sending out ripples in a pond of water – inseparable.

It is the purpose of religious education, he said, to address these interconnections – change lives, and thereby change the community. We must challenge the systems that keep us divided by norms – like the norms of ‘whiteness,’ or ‘heteropatriarchy.’ We must address the norm of being able-bodied by increasing our awareness that we are all only temporarily able-bodied. Young people are not the future, the elderly are not the past – we are all the incredibly multi-layered complex NOW. We must remove the walls that separate us. Anything else strips us of our real power.

It was very affirming for me to receive this message from a member in my last congregation: I just wanted to say that I’m blown away by the fabulous job you’re doing with RE. The amount of deep thought, vision and hard work you’re putting into it really shows. I think your vision for the program is ambitious and right on. It’s just what I want for our family from the program – to strengthen and augment our sense of family and larger community, and blur the lines between the two.’

This seemed all about living life without walls to me. Dr. Farajaje-Jones would be proud. It’s not always easy. – Nationwide, the average working lifespan of a DRE has been about three years. There is a joke among DRE’s that someday we might get a ‘real’ job. For a long time, many UU congregations have been served by gifted part-time DRE’s – mostly women, and mostly able to do that work due to a partner’s income – That is changing across the continent now, and I do think we are on the right track – structuring the position so that it can be seen as a professional career in its own right with responsiblities for adult religious education as well.

Davidson told me last week that the new Austin Model has changed how he writes sermons – reaching toward the goal of making a difference in the community. Sometimes the ‘juice and crackers’ part of being a DRE gets in the way me seeing what a real difference my job makes in the world.

I had a low point a few years ago, doubting whether I had chosen my career wisely. Just when I was about to give up, I had an experience in an intergenerational educational seminar. It wasn’t a UU thing, and I didn’t know many people there. One of the participants voiced a strong anti-woman opinion. A teenage girl stood up and called him on his comment. The next day, another person made a homophobic remark. Again this same girl stood up to confront him.

I decided to talk to her on break, and tell her I admired how self-possessed and brave she was. It turns out she was a Unitarian Universalist youth, a product of our religious education system. It was the right boost at the right time for me. I’ve never again questioned how much of a difference we are making. The results might be seen a generation out, but they’ll be there.

So, Andrea, what’s with the rocks?

I had this epiphany last summer about the notion of “touchstones” – and how I could use that word in children’s worship. To tell you the truth, I didn’t even know what a touchstone was. I would have guessed it was something of a cross between a blarney stone, to kiss for luck, and a worry stone, to smooth your cares away.

It’s a good thing there are dictionaries! (And the on-line ones were no help here – I used a real paper dictionary!) The definition of a touchstone is – any test or criterion by which the qualities of a thing are tried: that which determines genuineness or value. A touchstone was originally a black stone used to test gold or silver by rubbing them on the stone and evaluating the mark.

My personal vision of our congregation is of a Unitarian Universalist community that sustains and challenges every participant, providing both a sanctuary, or safe haven for our spirits and a laboratory from which to work on repairing the world. In other words, a church that ‘works’ for all its members, and a world that ‘works’ for everyone.

How valuable it would be to have a touchstone to gauge our progress along this path – to see if our actions were genuine and valuable! I offer today that Unitarian Universalist Lifespan Religious Education can be that touchstone – and more!

I see it first as a cornerstone of our lives – that basic essential and most elemental part of our life’s architecture. Our programming needs to be not only informational, but formational. In our lifespan religious education programs, we need to grow deep roots that can power broad wings. Every person should be provided opportunities to become “grounded” in our six sources and our history, forging our personal identity with our identity as Unitarian Universalists. Each seeker from other traditions would be welcomed at whatever stage they are on their personal journey, and respected for their personal truth.

I also see Unitarian Universalist Religious Search as a keystone – that which supports and holds together the other parts. Without the keystone of our community our personal lives would just not be the same. We must join the generations together in this effort, learning together, worshipping together and socializing together, building strong bonds of community. Children and youth must learn what it means to be a responsible member first hand – learning good stewardship, good manners, leadership, outreach and service, both by example and increasing participation.

A cornerstone – to inform our lives and provide a firm foundation

A keystone – to conform our lives and hold us together in strength

A touchstone – to reform our lives and keep us on our chosen path

So, Andrea, tell us how religious education can do all that!

Well, the first secret of success is, as religious educator Maria Harris says, ‘The congregation is the curriculum.’ Everything we do in community is instructional.

Or as Alanis Morrisette might say,

You love, you learn

You grieve, you learn

You choose, you learn

You pray, you learn

You ask, you learn

You live, you learn

When I was the DRE in Orlando, we had a front pew that was just big enought for two adults or three children, and most Sundays was filled with children. One Sunday,our district executive came for a visit. As he entered the new sanctuary, he walked to the front and sat in our small front pew. A child told him he was too old to sit there. He moved. – But he delighted in relating the story.

At first, I was embarrassed to think that one of our children was rude to a visitor. But, after thinking about it for awhile, I realized that our children were beginning to feel a sense of ownership about the sanctuary. Their behavior in this special place was involved and respectful. This was the RE Commitee’s intention when they proposed weekly family worship. The children there, and here are forging a bond with the worship experience that cannot be formed in any other way.

I would be more than happy for us to be known as “the Church where the children sit up front.”

The second secret is that a little intentionality and organization around these life experiences is a very good thing. Our district executive, Reverend Bob Hill has been promoting covenanted small groups – which could include groups that meet around a common interest whose members strive to treat each other with civility and respect, with growing affection and support. They certainly sound like they would go a long way toward filling that ‘community-sized hole in our hearts.’ Ask some of our UU Voyagers about their covenant group experiences.

Last fall, I attended an ecumenical training – ‘Creating Healthy Congregations’, a family-systems approach to creating and maintaining community. During part of the workshop, the leader, Reverend Peter Steinke, told us about 11 triggers of anxiety in a congregation. In talking about them, he said that 8 out of 9 of the last congregations he worked with, across many denominations, cited lack of pastoral care as their main concern.

In the conversation that ensued, we thought it unlikely that pastoral care was being left off the seminary course list, and wondered if our neediness for this care results in part from no longer being served by other institutions and care groups – schools where you knew all the teachers, doctors who used to make house calls, companies where we were employed for nearly our whole work lives, extended families available to lend a hand or an ear. In our increasingly depersonalized world, we are all looking for that place ‘where everybody knows your name, and you’re always glad you came.’

We need to create an environment in which authentic and supportive relationships can develop. Modern society has made this difficult. We are all pressed for time and energy. We need to make the commitment to honor the time we spend together by showing up, spending time together, expressing appreciation, coping with crisis and learning to live in “right relationship.” Creative and innovative approaches are necessary to meet the varying needs of families and help them address the destructive aspects of our modern society.

I like to think of teaching in the RE program as being a ‘spiritual arsonist’ – lighting fires in people’s souls. Summarizing Roberta Nelson’s essay, ‘The Teacher as Spiritual Guide,’ ‘The teacher who listens and hears, who affirms and challenges, who questions and encourages questioning is the heart of our porograms. We can overcome resistance to teaching with a vision that engages and supports teachers in their own spiritual search. We must make mainfest the miralce that we know happens when teacher-guides engage with young people, with co-leaders and themselves. They become of a pilgramage that goes ever deeper and feeds their souls.’

The third secret is that you have to really want it. You have to be open to change. You have to make a commitment. You have to …show ….up.

Larry Peers, one of the ministers running for UUA President, often speaks on the subject of “Evangelism” and growth. Now evangelism is a term that has many negative connotations for most of us. But Larry stressed that we must find a way to tell others our “good news”, to share with them why it is important for us to come here. I’m sure that those of us who found Unitarian Universalism as adults would have come here sooner if only someone had told us about this wonderful, welcoming, fulfilling experience that we share.

Larry is right….we are poor evangelizers. – We are so poor at this that we will not even evangelize our own children when they tell us they would rather stay home in bed, or that church is boring, or that it isn’t “their thing”. The best thing we can do in these situations is to tell our kids why attending this church is “our thing.” – Now, many of us have found this church because of traumatic indoctrinations to religion experienced in our youth. We want our children to find their own answers, their own path to spirituality. But here is the key point….they cannot do this in a vacuum.

I would like to share with you the words of Minot Judson Savage, a Unitarian Minister.

“Parents tell me continuously that they do not give their children any religious training, from the feeling that it is taking unfair advantage of the child. They say, “I propose to let my children grow up as far as possible unbiased.” But if you do not bias you children, the first person that they meet on the street, or in school, or among their friends, will begin the work of biasing, whether you will it or not. It is something over which you have no choice. It is something that will be done either wisely and well-or unwisely or ill.”

These words were spoken over one hundred years ago, yet they seem quite contemporary. Many parents today believe they can raise their children in a religious vacuum. But the thing about vacuums is that they suck up whatever is in their path, dust and diamonds alike, with no filter to separate the two. Religious education provides children with this missing filter.

Show your children that RE is important to you by asking about their Sunday class, by sharing your thoughts and feelings about what they have learned. Bring them on time for class, and sit in on the class occasionally. Make Sunday attendance a priority in your lives, make it an event, dress up, go out with the lunch bunch regularly. Put it on your calendar first, and work other events in around it. After all, if church attendance is not a priority for you, it won’t be a priority for your children either. Of course, I’m probably preaching to the choir, because you are here. So look around, and see who’s missing, and tell them what I said.

You can tell your kids what I told my son a few years ago – He said to me, ‘You said going to church was going to make us better people. I don’t see a difference.’ So I told him, ‘Well, we’re just going to keep going until it works.’

A forum speaker a few weeks ago told us that our children’s personalities and habits are 90% genetics and only 10% environment. Well, if we only have access to influencing that 10%, we had better be pretty intentional about accessing it.

How many people here can tell me what’s in a Big Mac?

That’s right, two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.

I would wager many fewer of you could name the seven principles and six sources.

It’s the same for our children – they’re only here a hour or two per week. Making a difference in their lives is going to require a partnership between parents, teachers, staff, and each and every one in this community. The most important religious education occurs in the home, every day, by children witnessing the words and deeds that make up our lives. If you need help transmitting UU values to your children at home, we can help. There are RE programs for adults like “Being a Unitarian Universalist Parent”, “Parents as Resident Theologians”, and “Unitarian Universalism in the Home”. We could arrange classes or loan of these materials to interested parents.

I’d also like to issue an invitation to let me or the RE Committee know how we can best suit your family’s needs. This is not an empty invitation…. we really want to know. It is truly important for you to let us know when you are satisfied with the RE program and when you are dissatisfied with something. We have no other way of knowing how to improve our program.

If you bought shoes that fit perfectly, you would go back to the store to buy another pair, and you might tell the owner that you like his shoes. But if you buy shoes that fall apart, and don’t complain to the owner, he won’t know if you stopped coming because of bad shoes, or because you moved away, or because you wanted to commune with nature through your bare soles. Please, be conscientious religious consumers!

Of course, be forewarned, that if you have a really good idea, the committee will probably ask you to help implement it. And so it should be…we are a cooperative church school… our volunteers teach, chaperone field trips, help in the nursery, and provide sweat-equity on work days. Most of them will tell you that they get as much pleasure and education as they give, maybe more.

And that is only part of the really good news. You already place a high value on your participation here. I think that if we could re-focus our attention on what we love about our community, and keep it there, the rest would just involve working out the details.

That’s why I have asked you all to complete the thought –

This Church and Unitarian Universalism are important to me because….

And I got some great answers! Answers that tell me how Unitarian Universalism forms the foundation of your lives, how it binds us together in community and how it guides our decisions we make in our everyday lives. How it truly is our Cornerstone, our Keystone and our Touchstone.

I would like to read some of them now (Not all responses were read, and different ones read at each service.

I heard Cornerstone Answers, like…

It offers a sacred space for contemplation, a place for focusing on others in the community, and my soul. It offers a wide open container – a place to provoke me, a place to soothe me.

I want my children to learn to think for themselves so that they can make religious, moral and ethical decisions that are right for them. I want them to learn to respect other’s opinions and not be afraid to voice their own. I want them to learn that it is their duty to make a difference in the world. This church and UUism can help me in this endeavor.

they help me teach my children religious tolerance and diversity of religious thought, provide me an opportunity for quality adult interactions, have begun to support me as a parent, and provide a spiritual community for my family.

It helps me to give meaning to my life and has since 1956

This church is important to me because I have gone here my whole life. Also, I am free to believe what I want here. Uuism is important to me bewcause I think it is the religion of the future. I would like to build some off it and create something bigger and better.

It serves all the needs of our family. Being raised in a Presbyerian Church with a Southern Baptist family and my husband being Jewish, it fit for raising our son with values and ideals we both home. Hmmm….interesting that two so different backgrounds would receive the same message. I am grateful!

I feel free to search out my own meaing here, and am affirmed in that search by this church and its members. IN the context of my own experience and the current popular religuos climate, thes feels very speicial. To put it more simply: Here it feels safe to be myself.

What I like about the UU church is the emphasis on many paths to the truth, though I prefer to stress to my own children that this is not a license to believe anything or do anything, but has a set of ethical boundaries in terms of trying to always do “the next BEST thing” and stay (a la Martin Buber) in right relationship with other people. I like that the church gives us room, even as children, to explore these ideas without condemnation. And I want this institution to be here offering that service to my children’s children.

I met my wife at this church and it has been a place for us to grow as individuals and as a family. I especially like having a place where our children will learn about the big questions in life and how to find their own answers. – Tom Bohman

It is a place where my heart can be healed, my mind freed, my spirit encouraged – while wearing JEANS!

…of the total acceptance and nurturing spirit of this church. The inherent worth and dignity of every person is the essence of what I believe. Our diversity makes us stronger. I find this church and Uuism life-affirming in its principles and its practice. I am so thankful for this church, especially as a place to raise a child with UU principles and respect for all persons.

Keystone Answers, like…

I have been attending services regularly since the end of October when I joined the choir. – Even in this short time, I have felt very welcome and find the membership is friendly. The music program is especiallyimportant to me.

They are my family and my continuity in the changing sea of life.

This church is, in every sense of the word, my family. I used to fear this time in my life, but I do not now, because I know I will always have those who will and do care about what happens to me.

I can freely experience and express my spiritual path in a supportive community and my daughter can find her own in the same supportive community.

My friends are here and I’m surrounded by people who more or less agree with me about most things. I am not judged because of stupid things.

No matter what else comes and goes in my life, even my most beloved family members and friends, not matter how full or empty my life might otherwise be, this place, this community of caring and like-minded people is here for me , and I hope it will continue to be.

It is my extended family – far away from my home town. Also it is a place I can feel safe to say, think and feel as and who I am. And have learned to hear and accept others better, as they are different from me. And a place to do things I might not do otherwise or elsewhere.

This church is important to me because it provides me with a community of fellow seekers; a community that is not judgmental; a community that encourages inquiry. Unitarian Universalism is important to me because it provides nourishment to my spiritual needs.

UUism gives me the chance to truly explore a spiritual path rigorously in community – The community part is most important. This church is where my friends are – not all my friends, but many very dear good friends who have supported me through hard times and easy, sad times and joyful ones. Each Sunday I come to worship an am restored to life.

My daughter has found a place here

Touchstone Answers, like…

It supports my ongoing process of trying to become the best person I can be without handing me a package of prescriptions on how to do it. It give me room to grow and helps me do it.

Unitarians have been on the leading edge of liberal thought in their attitudes of women, holding the view that we are equals, and also Unitarians try to get rid of sexism by reworking their hymns and by employing many women ministers and allowing women full inclusion in the church. We are not excluded in this faith, but very much a part of it.

It gives me an ethical and moral compass, without the noice of an imposed theist creed. It guides me in seeking a better path. It offers the same opportunity to my kids, and models that search, should they eventually decide to follow in the same direction.

Every time I attend I feel inspired to live with more zest, compassion and appreciation for humanity and all life. And I almost never feel my defenses rise to reject some form of thought I feel strong disagreement with. It’s pretty much all good stuff.

It is a safe, nurturing place for spiritual growth. It is my community of friends and family. Uuism is fluid, changing and becoming.

I think our church is Peace-making school. Unitarian Universalism in general is a symbol of peaceful values and practices.

To paraphrase Sir Winston Churchill, Unitarianism is the worst of all possible religions – save all the others.

And it’s a great place to meet crisp and interesting older women who have lived life richly and were liberal when liberal was definitely NOT the norm. – What a resource!

And finally,

It is a place of ceremony where big thoughts are stirred.

It is a place where I can sit and be quiet or cry as needed.

It is where I’ve sought guidance about my future, secured my marriage, and honored my children.

It is where my children will learn more about the many faces and names of God.

It is my home where I know I will be informed, challenged, and welcomed.

A cornerstone – a keystone – a touchstone.

What’s that worth to you?

Let’s build together.

Three Steps From the Edge

© Jim Checkley

February 4, 2001

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

If spirituality could be put into a pill and sold over the counter, then in this country at least, billions would be sold annually. The ratio of spiritual fulfillment to material wealth appears to be at an all time low-although the number of books, seminars, and discussions about both subjects is at an all time high. In the Golden Age of Materialism I want to suggest that there is an inherent conflict between the traditional rendition of the American Dream and finding meaning and spiritual fulfillment in life. And I do not refer to the conflict between serving God and mammon. The conflict I wish to discuss is far more insidious, manifests in many areas of our culture, and goes to the heart of who we are. But it is, I believe, reconcilable; hence, the basis of Sunday’s service.

Today would have been my Father’s eighty-sixth birthday. He died in 1981 at the age of 66 and never saw any of his grandchildren. I owe my intellectual curiosity to my Father and it is in that spirit of curiosity about ourselves and the world we live in, that I present this service today.

When I was growing up in the 60s, my family was very poor. Things got worse when I was nine years old and my Father had a massive heart attack. He never was able to work a real job again in his life. I, on the other hand, had gotten my very first job just a few months before he had his heart attack. In the summer of 1964 I got a job handing out flyers for a butcher shop on Main Street in Clifton, New Jersey. I have no idea what I was paid for this job in the conventional sense, because the butcher used to weigh the flyers on his meat scale and then paid me by the pound. Except for one semester of law school, I have had some kind of a job ever since.

In many ways I was oblivious when I was really young about being poor. It wasn’t until I and my brothers and sisters became teenagers and started seeing the world and going to friends’ houses for overnights and the like that we realized how little we had. I had really never liked having old everything when I was very young, but by the time I was 16 or 17 years old, I was becoming quite embarrassed about it. Being poor, feeling poor, as I approached adulthood was a major defining element in my life.

Today I am a partner with one of the forty largest law firm’s in the country. I have had the opportunity to work on some of the most challenging and interesting cases in Texas over the last 18 years. One might almost be tempted to say that, from an economic point of view at least, I have lived the American Dream.

I was thinking about this and the coincidence that I was asked to speak on my Father’s birthday, and I realized that I wanted to talk about something that has bothered me in recent years about the American Dream. I wanted to talk about how it can be that despite the fact that we live in the richest nation on Earth, a nation that consumes 50% of the world’s resources for only 4.3% of the world’s population, a nation that has more gadgets, cars, TVs, movies, airplanes, designer clothes, choices of music, cable stations, and professional sports teams than anywhere else on the planet, how can it be we are so well off and yet so many of us seem to be so unhappy?

The array of stuff that is available to us is staggering and although we still have poverty and too many of us remain poor, that array of stuff is available to a really huge proportion of the population. For while millions of people made fortunes during the greed era of the 1980s and more recently, in the amazing economy of the 1990s, even more millions have joined the ranks of the great American Middle Class and achieved a kind of safety and security few people in centuries past have ever known.

And yet, despite all this, huge numbers of people (successful people) say they are unhappy, or at least unfulfilled. My favorite anecdotal example is something I read in Time Magazine last year. In a story about the search for meaning among our material possessions, a doctor was quoted as saying that more of his and his associates patients were complaining of depression, loss of interest, lethargy, loss of energy, and the like than ever before. He said that the existential crisis had hit epidemic proportions and if you could just put spirituality into a pill you could sell billions of them.

There appears to be a paradox here. If people have more stuff than ever before, if their needs and wants are being met in greater proportion than ever before, why aren’t more of us happy? I like paradoxes. Whenever there is a paradox, there almost certainly is an opportunity for learning. And this one happens to be near and dear to my heart. I certainly have no delusions of solving it today, but I do want to at least talk about it. And to talk about it, I want to start right in the middle of things.

For a long time in our country, the American Dream was viewed as a rags to riches kind of thing. It was epitomized by the cliched notion that any one could grow up to be president. But over the last forty or fifty years, in my lifetime at least, something has happened either to us or to the Dream. I’m not sure, but I think that as we have become more of a meritocracy where increasingly more people have had access to the fruits of our incredible economy and the opportunities that go with it, the American Dream began to take on a new dimension. On some level, I think the American Dream was transformed into the notion of creating safety and comfort for ourselves and our families within this complex and dizzyingly fast paced society we have created. In this sense, I want to say that the American Dream became the great Middle Class Dream.

Let me give you an example of what I mean. When I was in college, I noticed that very few of my friends ever talked about their dreams. What they talked about was having majors in areas where there were jobs. I specifically recall talking with many of my friends in chemistry and physics and discussing how our majors hard science offered the prospect of many excellent jobs. And I also remember overhearing many conversations where people questioned the sanity of students who were studying in majors where the job market was poor. So it seemed very much to me that most of my generation, at least, of college students primarily wanted a good and secure job, a place to live that they could call their own, a good school system for the kids, and finally, being part of a community or neighborhood of equals who respected and obeyed the same rules and had similar beliefs to their own.

Most of us got all that and more. And we believed that in gaining the safety and security of the great American economic bounty, we had satisfied our needs, our desires, and our dreams. But it turns out we hadn’t. There was something we didn’t count on about dwelling in what I will call the great American middle in honor of our Middle Class Dreams.

Living in the middle, in relative safety, turns out to be like making a popcorn string. Each day is like a kernel of popcorn, each different from the last, but each exactly the same, and we put each kernel on a string, and when we die, we have a very long string of barely distinguishable days. Oh, every once in a while there is a string of seven to fourteen kernels that have a different color, perhaps, those days when we went on vacation, but even those days are hardly distinguished.

And yet, we Americans truly have a love for the middle. It is part of our folklore. By the time we are five, we all have heard of Goldilocks, who is excited when she finds porridge that is neither too hot nor too cold, but is just right. It is part of our deepest held beliefs about the nature of truth. If I had a quarter for every time I heard somebody say that truth is somewhere in the middle, I would be rich. Just yesterday there were two articles in the newspaper in which the author of each suggested that the truth lay somewhere in the middle. Finally, when I think of this issue, I think of a herd of zebra. If you are a zebra out on the plains of the Serengeti, then you should get as close to the middle of the herd as possible because it is less likely any lions will get you. In many ways, we are no different from the zebra: our thirst for the middle is driven by the same concerns, only translated into human culture.

And now we’ve gone well beyond safety in our quest for the middle. So many of us are to the point where we want and can have Pema Chodron’s Perfect Room that was the basis of today’s meditation. And don’t get me wrong: I think that is great, I really do. But there is a danger. Living in the great American middle there is a danger that we will become complacent, will get soft, and we will end up being lukewarm, like Goldilocks’ porridge. Within our Perfect Room we become ever more distant from life, and not just figuratively, but literally. I wonder how many people feel connected to the world because they watch CNN or CNBC or CSPAN or some other ‘C’ network? But it is a false connection.

We are bombarded every day with news of catastrophes all over the world and we just keep on eating our dinner. Does anybody else think it is weird that our network news programs wherein we are treated to images of war and violence in our schools, where we hear about youth killed by drunk drivers, and catastrophes of all kinds, coincides with dinner time and bedtime? I can’t figure out which of the two is worse, to tell you the truth, but I do know this. If the connection were real, then we would get upset and be unable to eat our dinner or go to sleep when we were told that many thousands of Indians died in a major earthquake. The truth is that living in the safety of the middle, living in our Perfect Room, we begin to lose compassion as we lose touch. We also begin to lose our sense of being, our sense of meaning, and finally we end up losing our sense of spirit and self.

I tend to see our love of the middle as quite Darwinian. Evolution is about survival. Evolution tells us that mostly we should choose safety. But what works for our bodies does not necessarily work for our souls. This is the great paradox of life and my take on the conflict between the contemporary vision of the American Dream and having a spiritually meaningful life. Evolution and middle class dreams are about the survival, and more than that, of the body. But in order to have a spiritually meaningful life, we need to talk about the survival, and more than that, of the soul.

Oh I know, we are Unitarians and we are scientific, and science seems to be telling us we probably don’t have souls. Well, let me tell you something: I don’t care. I am going to talk about them anyway. In fact, I am going to suggest that we would do well to reconsider the rejection of the notion of the separation of mind, body, and soul. Because, while it may not be true as a scientific reality, I think we need to treat ourselves as having minds, bodies, and souls in order to have a better shot of having complete lives, because each of those three aspects of ourselves have different needs.

Without at least thinking of ourselves as having souls, whether we actually do or not, we are more likely to ignore the real spiritual needs we have as humans and concentrate more on the needs of the body or the mind. And along these lines, how could we have ever thought that the human spirit would be happy with life in the middle, with being safe and secure but ultimately lukewarm? It isn’t. The human spirit needs challenges, it needs dreams, it needs faith, the kind of faith necessary to leave the safety of the middle and go to the edge and take some chances for something we value and believe in, something besides our own safety or having porridge that tastes just right, or having digital cable TV. To this extent, the life of the soul, of the spirit, is different from the life of the body and sometimes is even in conflict with it. The truth is, a spirit out on the edge is a mutant as far as the body is concerned.

I recently found something neat about this in the Bible. The Book of Revelation, Chapter 3, verses 15-16 states:

I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

This is so great: John, the author of Revelation, tells us that being lukewarm is the ultimate sin. God would rather that we be hot or cold. But we love being lukewarm. We are drawn to the middle and its safety and security like a moth to the flame. And I would suggest to you that as safe as the middle is for our bodies, the middle can be just as deadly a place for our souls.

Here then is the heart of the conflict I have been talking about: the only place to feel truly alive is close to the edge, but it is also the place where we are the most likely to be hurt. So if we want to be alive, if we want to grow, if we want to explore life and all its possibilities, then we have to be brave enough, and motivated enough, to give up the comfort and safety of the middle and venture to the edge.

I have a friend who lives in Minneapolis. He is in his early fifties and has practiced law since his mid-twenties. Ever since I met him ten years ago, he has been on a mid-life quest for meaning and answers for the second half of life. We were talking one day about how he had gotten a puppy and how the puppy changed his life. Now for a single man who is a partner in a major law firm, getting a 6-week-old puppy is really going out to the edge and is a case of leading with the heart rather than the intellect. And for two months, he left the office every day and went home for lunch. This is a man who skipped lunch most of the time because of the pressures of work. And because he had to walk his dog twice a day, he says that he noticed the arrival of spring for the first time in 15 years. Imagine that.

He and I talked a little bit more about living a life that made us feel alive, one that had some zip to it. And in the course of that discussion, he made a profound observation. He told me that in walking his dog and noticing the arrival of spring, he observed that growth occurs at the edges, not in the middle. The middle may be green, may be solid and set, but it is not where the action is. That happens on the edge.

This was a wonderful observation. And I liked it even more because for years I have been defending stuff like comic books, science fiction, and fantasy because I believe that those genres, as far out as they often are, nevertheless provide wonderful opportunities for understanding ourselves and the world simply because they, unlike mainstream literature, constantly grapple with issues on the edge.

So many people end up struggling to fight the symptoms of living in the middle, but they do not realize that the problem is the very real conflict between the safety of the middle we all desire and the wants and needs of our souls, which would much rather go playing around at the edge. So we have the strange phenomena of people living in the middle but jumping out of airplanes to feel alive; they jump off bridges with elastic tied around their ankles to feel alive; they listen to Madison Avenue and buy cars that can give them a certain thrill so they can feel alive. All this and I suggest that the real problem is the fundamental approach to life: becoming lukewarm living the middle class American Dream.

Our spirits long for space, not the claustrophobia of the middle of the herd. How can our hearts and souls be free living in the Perfect Room Pema Chodron talks about? It is actually a trap, albeit a nice one. And the irony is that the longer we stay trapped in our perfect porridge world, the more resentful we become of the real world. What I mean is, how are we ever going to develop real compassion for anybody when it means leaving the sterility of our Perfect Room, of getting messy in the world, of enduring odors, sights, sounds, and risks that our Darwinian survival instinct tells us to avoid like the plague? We are explorers and adventurers we humans. And if we sit all comfy with our perfect porridge in our Perfect Room with no windows and a big screen TV that gives us the impression of being connected to the world’we will die inside. We will. And many of us already have.

Don’t misunderstand me. There is nothing wrong with being comfortable, safe, fed, happy, and secure. These are in fact good things. I want them for my family and myself. Nor am I suggesting that we have to indulge in dangerous or self-destructive behavior. My suggestion is simply that we become aware that what is good for our bodies is not necessarily good for our souls and that the safety of the middle we so yearn for can be death to our spirit. As stated in the poem I read earlier, the soul is a quiet animal and we need to pay attention to it and its needs or we will simply drift apart and lose contact until it is too late. And in order to help myself do this (I am really bad at practicing what I preach sometimes) I have developed a rule for making choices in my life.

But before I talk about that rule, I want to say that choosing to be alive, truly alive, is not an easy choice to make. Choosing to go to the edge, to be alive, means paying more attention; it means taking risks, but risks that are both reasonable and meaningful; it means investing energy and emotions into something important to you and having the faith in it and yourself to go and do it; it means developing your senses and your awareness like you never have before; and it means sometimes having to go too far in order to understand how far you can go, and frankly, paying the consequences.

If it is hard to do, then how do we do it? All I can tell you is that the best way I have found is this: in everything you do, everything, lead with your heart. That is, follow your passion first, and then use your intellect, reason, and logic to insure that wherever your heart and passion may lead, you will be at least three steps from the edge and not three steps over the edge. The goal is to be close enough to see it, but not so close that we are in constant danger of going over. So it is necessary for us to use our intellect to monitor and channel our hearts or else we may end up like Wylie Coyote, suspended in space several steps beyond the edge, certain to fall as soon as we recognize that nothing is holding us up. If you remember nothing else from this talk, I hope you will remember this simple rule.

You see, the intellect can always give shape to what the heart wants. That is, the intellect is a tool that operates upon whatever situation is brought to it. It is objective, indiscriminate, and cares only for the cold hard facts. But that does not apply to the heart and soul. Passion is often very picky and mysterious in where it will cast its desire and energy. It is for this reason that the finely made balance sheet of pros and cons thought out by the intellect will not by itself insure that the heart will agree to follow. Hearts are like that. They have minds of their own, you know. And they are stubborn. Show the intellect that 2 plus 2 equals 4 and it will believe you. Show the heart that this is the most logical path to take, and it still may rebel. We go against our hearts at our own peril.

In 1978 I was faced with a life choice. I could have gone to law school or I could have earned my Master’s in Radio, TV, and Film. My mind, reason and logic, said go to law school. My heart said RTF. In part because of a youth spent in poverty, in part because I felt that success at law school would more easily translate into my own Perfect Room, I chose law school. This was one of the most pivotal decisions I ever made in my life and frankly, was the inspiration for this service. And while I will not say that I made a mistake, for I have been successful and who knows what may have happened otherwise, I will tell you that my heart has never forgiven me.

But the good new is that it is not too late. It is never too late to leave the middle and move to the edge. It is never too late to recognize that sometimes moderation in all things is not necessarily a good thing. Let me put it this way: Does it feel right to love with moderation, to dream with moderation, or to dance with moderation? I hope not. But that is what happens if we allow ourselves to lose touch and become lukewarm. That’s why God is ready to spew lukewarm people from his mouth. I say: Love with passion, dream with abandon, and dance until you drop.

I will conclude by saying this: leading with your heart and living three steps from the edge is the difference between being Jean Luc Picard or James T. Kirk, and being a couch potato. Jean Luc and Jim Kirk actively embrace life and go often to the edge, following their hearts, sometimes at great risk, while the couch potato passively hides out in his Perfect Room and pretends to be engaged with life through his television. It’s more dangerous to be at the edge, and it isn’t always very comfortable either, but in the end it is much more meaningful. We don’t need to choose between our bodies and our souls. We can satisfy both. But we need to recognize that they have different (sometimes conflicting) needs and then set about to honor them all. Living three steps from the edge does that.

I know my Father would not want me to do it any other way.

Reaching Across Generations

© Rev. Kathleen Ellis

January 28, 2001

First UU Church of Austin

4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756

www.austinuu.org

The Rev. Kathleen Ellis has been the minister of the Unitarian Universalist congregation in College Station for seven years. She is also a Campus Minister at Texas A&M University and a volunteer Chaplain with the College Station Police Department.

Mary Pipher, in writing Another Country: Navigating the Emotional Terrain of Our Elders, continues to promote relationships among children, adults, and elders, and the communities in which we live. We are often separated not just geographically, but by the times in which we formed our basic values. How can we best understand “the landscape of age”?

This morning I shall begin my sermon with death (and lesser losses) and end with birth (and other signs of life). Recently I was asked by a family to work with a Roman Catholic priest in planning a funeral. The man’s daughter was Catholic; his son was Unitarian Universalist. The service was held at a Catholic Church. The priest John McCaffrey and I did not exactly work together, but in parallel, and we agreed on the order of things. Our respective parts came together in some ways but they clearly came from a different perspective and with a different objective. Although the family members are not of one faith, they had an equal need for an appropriate expression of their religious beliefs. The man who had died had no faith community.

Where the Rev. McCaffrey and I clearly harmonized in our remarks was in the matter of community. Friends, colleagues, neighbors, and acquaintances brought a collective message to the family that their loved one had made an impact on this assorted community through his wife and children, his work, and his love of gardening. People were reminded to tell one another about the good they do while they are living. They were all encouraged to stay in touch with the family long after the casseroles had been consumed, the dishes returned, the flowers wilted, and work resumed.

It is not my intention here to dwell on the death of an individual but to focus on the community of the living. Annie Dillard wrote a wonderful novel by that name: THE LIVING. It tells stories of generations of pioneers who claimed and settled the Pacific Northwest. Death came suddenly, brutally, and almost randomly to many of the characters. But it was the living’of course! the living who carried the story forward to the next generation. Those who died became a backdrop to the harsh reality of daily life. The living had to continue with the essential work of survival.

In another tale of survival, writer Velma Wallis recorded the story her mother had passed on to her. It’s called Two Old Women: An Alaskan Legend Of Betrayal, Courage And Survival. The story is based on an Athabascan Indian legend passed down from mothers to daughters for many generations in Alaska’s upper Yukon River area. The two old women, both complainers, are reluctantly abandoned by their starving tribe during a brutal winter famine. Left to their own devices, the women must either survive the winter alone or die trying. The importance of friendship and community forms an underlying theme in their story. It also tells of survival, forgiveness, and reconciliation among tribal members before the old women die.

A third book I have read recently is Another Country: Navigating The Emotional Terrain Of Our Elders. The author is Mary Pipher, who also wrote Reviving Ophelia And The Shelter Of Each Other. Mary Pipher is a psychologist and a Unitarian Universalist. Her latest book explores the complex relationships among families today when our elders begin to need more help. She distinguishes the ‘young-old’ from the ‘old-old.’

I think we all want to by “young-old,” because they are the people who travel around the country in their recreational vehicles, keep up with hobbies, and maintain their physical activities. They volunteer in a full range of jobs; they greet us at Wal-Mart with a smile. Young-old people are happy to be whatever age they are’65 or 80 or 104 like Esther Albrecht. (And if you haven’t met her, you’re missing a treat. Her daughter Greta Fryxell and son-in-law Paul are members of this church – a great family to know.)

Old-old people begin to lose their health, trade their homes for rest homes, become more isolated, and suffer from dementia. They have attended entirely too many funerals of their friends, so that few people know how they were ‘way back when.’ One woman Pipher interviewed compared life to a game dodge ball. ‘In random fashion, people are hit out of the game, one by one, and then your time comes.’

The old-old may be ourselves. The older we get the more we notice that aches and pains and illness do not heal so quickly as before and may even become a permanent part of our lives. They may be our parents or grandparents or great grands. They may be our siblings or children who need extra care. At the same time, adult children often have children and grandchildren of their own or school to attend or a career path to worry about. All of us are fully aware that families are supposed to take care of one another. But how?

According to Pipher, the Lakota believe that if the old do not stay connected to the young, the culture will disintegrate. We are seeing signs of this disintegration in our culture. Children watch television instead of hearing stories. They are frightened and unruly, numb from hurry and overstimulation. Teenagers run in unsupervised gangs. Parents feel isolated and overwhelmed, and elders go days without speaking to anyone. No generation’s needs are truly met. Segregated societies are intellectually stagnant and emotionally poisoned. Only when all ages are welcome into the great hoop of life can a culture be a healthy one.

When we live far away it takes a special effort to stay in touch. For example, Sherry Coombes spends several days each month with her father so that the caregiver gets some time off. My husband visited his dad every month in Illinois until his death a few weeks ago. He lived in a nursing home in a small town where everyone knew him and would take him to church, bring him cookies, and just check in on him. People here help out with folks like Red Adams and Jean Wyllys and a long list of other good folks. That is such a great ministry: every church needs Helping Hands and caring hearts. Margaret Mead said that our deepest human need is to have someone who cares if we come home at night.

Some people move to be closer to family members. To have at least one relative nearby can be quite comforting. Others have close relatives within the rough circle of Houston, Dallas or San Antonio’not so far by Texas standards. But possibly the majority of us live quite far from other family members.

It’s not just geography that keeps us apart. It’s also the same old stuff that makes family members fight among themselves for years. The generation gap may widen because of the different languages we speak: Words and phrases like ‘depression’ (is it the Great Depression or a psychological term?); ‘just war’ (which war?); ‘gay nineties’ (different century, different context); and ‘courtship’ (is it simply an old-fashioned notion?).

When distance of any kind keeps us apart, it helps to get past the language to the underlying feelings and values. Then figure out what you’re able and willing to do, both physically and emotionally. That might be to write once a month or call once a week. If it’s hard to be with your parents for emotional reasons, limit the length of visits and be sure to have an ally somewhere in town or accessible by phone. It makes a huge difference.

When my two sisters and I were each traveling to visit our parents every three months, one of the most important contributions I made was to find a telephone jack way under the bed in the guest room and ran out to buy a cheap phone. Soon we could have our private conversations with spouses and friends and let off some frustration. We also kept a large poster for coloring and a supply of markers under the bed!

As for communication with one another, we kept a large three-ring binder under the bed with divided sections to record whatever we had done during our visit. We described medical appointments and what the doctor said. We made a list of resource people like plumbers and bankers and friends who could help. We included a list of phone numbers in the neighborhood and made sure one of them had a spare house key. One section in the notebook was called Next Steps, to alert the next sister about things that needed to be done. Copies of important documents were kept there, too.

When decisions needed to be made, we consulted with each other and also tried to give choices to our parents. They did not want us to tell them what to do but if there were a couple of options that would work, we tried to let them choose. Sometimes we recruited close friends to suggest options. It’s a lot easier to hear advice from a friend than from your own child. We would also gain another perspective by talking with friends of our parents.

I remember a time when we called our mother’s friend in Alabama. “Thelma,” we pleaded, “talk to Mama – she doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to give up her furniture and all the other treasures, and she’s just not safe here alone anymore.” So Thelma said to Mama, “Glynn, I never have seen a hearse pulling a U-Haul!” That made Mama laugh, in a way we probably never could.

If you can’t visit the elders in your family, you may be able to take care of bills or insurance claims or send money to hire relief if another relative is the primary caregiver.

If you live far away from next of kin or you don’t have any, you can find ways to connect with elders near where you live. The good news is, they probably won’t irritate you as much as your actual relatives do. You won’t push each other’s buttons by falling into the same old family patterns.

If you’re an elder, you can find a way to connect with a younger generation. Leonora Montgomery, a retired UU minister in Houston, hosts an annual Young Women’s Luncheon. She invites all her teenage and young adult nieces, granddaughters, and daughters of friends to her home to find out what interests them these days. She has taken each grandchild separately on a special trip and takes great care to keep informed about their activities and challenges. She gives lots of advice along with a healthy dose of values.

It used to be that the generations literally depended on one another for life.Pipher pointed this out when she wrote that:

Before the pioneers came, the Native Americans of the Great Plains survived the harsh winters by having grandparents and grandchildren sleep beside each other. That kept both generations from freezing to death. That is a good metaphor for what the generations do for each other. We keep each other from freezing. The old need our heat, and we need their light.

To learn from the old we must love them, and not just in the abstract but in the flesh, beside us in our homes, businesses, churches, and schools. We want the generations mixed together so that the young can give the old joy and the old can give the young wisdom. As we get older, we sense more the importance of connecting old to young, family member to family member, neighbor to neighbor, and even the living to the dead. In connection is truth, beauty, and ultimately salvation. Connection is what makes life bearable for us humans.

My sister Madeleine directs an interfaith peace center in Columbus, Ohio. Part of her work is to teach mediation to inner city school children. She has noticed that resilience is an extremely important factor in predicting success for these kids. This holds true for adults as well. Resilient people of all ages carry on in spite of losses. For everything that is taken away’health, money, companionship, for example’everything that remains becomes precious as a single rose. I am reminded of these anonymous lines which speak to the resilience necessary in the face of hard times and the importance of beauty as well as sustenance.

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole, Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. Food for the soul can be more valuable than bread alone. There are some basic things we need at any age. -work that is real & relaxation: as simple and as important as story telling -respect for individuals & opportunity to form/maintain relationships: as gentle as a child’s soft pat on your back and a lap for her to sit on -self worth: as basic as repeating an affirmation to yourself each morning -and the beauty of hyacinths to feed thy soul

Pipher’s final chapter suggests ways she has seen to dissolve the boundaries of age segregation that begins as early as preschool.

In one town, children formed weekly partnerships at a rest home beginning with kindergarten age. Each child was paired up with an old person and they played games together. One week it was miniature golf; another week it was bingo. The kids learned how to push wheelchairs and how to slow down. The elders got to love the kids unconditionally, even the ones with a cleft palate or a case of extreme shyness.

In a college town, international students went to nursing homes to practice English. But really, it was because they miss their grandparents. Many of them come from countries where the old are important and honored.

Court ordered community service can involve interaction with a different generation like working at a day care center or helping with home repairs for elderly residents.

Musicians of every ability level provide joy and interaction with elders.

And in one town, a planned community included all ages and ability levels. It included assisted living / nursing home / day care / after school care / summer programs / teen volunteers / staffers / day care for workers on site.

There are deaths every day yet there are also births every day. We who have made friends with our elders have been blessed. We who have made friends with children have stories to share. A Chinese saying teaches that ‘We cannot help the birds of sadness flying over our heads, but we need not let them build nests in our hair.’

May we find ways to shake out the nests, loosen our thinking, and find ways to live until we die.

Amen


 Dillard, Annie. The Living. New York: HarperPerennial, a Division of Harper Collins, 1993.

Pipher, Mary. Another Country: Navigating the Emotional Terrain of Our Elders. New York: Riverhead Books, 1999.

Wallis, Velma. Two Old Women: An Alaska Legend of Betrayal, Courage and Survival. New York: Harper Perennial, a Division of Harper Collins, 1994.

Carpe Diem! – Chris Summer

Chris Summer

December 31, 2000 

SERMON: CARPE DIEM! Latin for Seize the Day!

The Roman God Janus is depicted with one face always looking back and the other always looking ahead. Some of you may have noticed my strange attire today. You may have also noticed the other face I was wearing. Life can be understood looking backward, but the catch is that it can only be lived forward. I drew one eye closed and one eye open. Since there is nothing anyone can do to change what has happened or gone before, that eye is closed, things best forgotten. The other eye is wide open. That is so that we may learn from our past and the experiences of others who have gone before so that we need not repeat their mistakes. Also it allows us to view all experiences, ours and others, and learn from them so we may duplicate their successes.

Since there is nothing we can do about changing the past, let’s then focus on the future. As I go through this sermon today feel free to use the white paper to note things that come to mind: hopes, dreams, visions, aspirations, desires and goals, and save them for later. Dare to dream! Establish a vision for your future. Set a goal. A goal is a Dream with a date, but a Dream without a plan to achieve it is a hallucination. If a little girl can set a goal and with her mother’s help, actively change for a pretty dress what could we as adults achieve? Don’t just speak meaningless resolutions and wishes this New Years Eve. Take Action! Replace your wishbone with your backbone and DO IT! I encourage everyone to think, dream and live outside the box. It all begins with a box many of us have forgotten. A box we quietly tucked away and forgot. That is the box where we keep all our hopes and dreams. The “I wish?” “Wouldn’t it be great if,” “Someday,” box. Sometimes it’s sealed by “I should have” or “Let’s be realistic.?

THE DREAM

The reason that box is hidden away and we stop looking at the future is that it is sometimes painful to take it out and open it, mistakenly thinking that the contents must always remain stored away. For a minute though, just imagine the possibilities. There are no limits. What would you attempt if you knew you could not fail? Young or old, man or woman, black or white, reach into your dream box and lift out your future. Let yourself explore the wonderfully diverse nature of your personality. Lift the limits you, your family and associations, and society have placed on you and told you to live with. Unshackle your spirit and resolve to LIVE until you die.

You have so much potential locked up within your box or hidden beneath a bush. You are a wonderful creation, a magnificent miracle just waiting to shine. Share your gift with others, explore the boundless possibilities that exist, right now inside your own boxes. Having a Dream box full of exciting possibilities is one thing, making them come true is another. There is an old proverb: Three frogs are sitting on a log. One decides to jump off. How many frogs are left? Three! A decision to jump off is not the act of jumping! First, decide that your dream box will open and become reality then take action to make it so. The second action you must take is to find someone who will help you. This magnificent sanctuary you see here could not have been completed by one person alone. As with this service today, thankfully, many people helped put it together. Your mentor or coach will be someone who can help you open your boxes to reveal the wonderful dreams for the future inside. They are someone who can help guide you along this new path you have opened up. Oftentimes we can see the as yet unrealized potential within someone else before we can see our own. Reach out to someone and help them unseal their own box and let their dreams become reality. You will be amazed at how wonderful it feels watching someone becoming. The candle you nurture into a flame can in turn light a thousand candles. It all starts with you. Open your hearts, take a chance, reach out your hand, share your light and rekindle another’s flame. The journey of a thousand miles begins with just one step. A million points of light begins with just one candle. Open the box and let it shine.

SET GOALS

We are who we are. The choices we made and the associations we keep help define not only who we are as a person today, but where in Life that person will go. The decisions you make and the associations you choose today will determine where you will be five years from now. Just as the decisions you made then determined where you are today. The beauty of this plan is that if we are unhappy with the decisions we chose in the past, we can decide to close that chapter and set new goals open up a new chapter. And thus, change the future direction of our lives.

Set goals. In this new year and new millennium give birth to your visions for the future and nurture them. Focus on them, make them a priority in your life. Set deadlines for your goals. Nothing happens without a deadline. How many people would pay the IRS if they said, “That’s OK, pay us when you’re ready?” Develop a consuming passion that will not be denied.

Next year as you sit here you can count your achievements rather than say, “Well, maybe next year.” There may not be a next year! Write down what you want and when you expect to have it. Write down what you are willing to give up as payment to achieve this goal. Write out your plan for accomplishing this goal then put the plan into action. Read this plan everyday aloud until your goal is a reality. Remember, your past has no bearing or relevance to your future unless you let it. Past experiences serve as foundational lessons for future successes. Winston Churchill said, “Success is going from failure to failure with great enthusiasm”. So, instead of looking back, let’s peer ahead with wonder and anticipation of a great and wonderful year to come. The Christian Bible says “What the mind of Man can conceive, and the heart of Man will believe, He will achieve.” Zig Ziglar a very successful man and motivational speaker said, “With good vision, you not only see with your eyes but with your heart.” J.Paul Getty, the wealthiest man of his time said, “If I’ve seen farther than others it’s because I stand on the shoulders of giants.” What all these are saying is that you need a vision of your future. So where are you going and how do you plan to get there? If you are not out pursuing your own Dream you are following someone else’s. Your goal should be high enough that you must stretch and grow in order to attain it. You can accomplish so much more in life if you have a big enough ‘why’. Goals are the major landmarks on your road to success. Achievement of a goal has four stages: wish, want, need, got. What does it take to move a wish for something to a need? A dream or goal big enough that will motivate you into action. Those who accomplish great things are not necessarily smarter than other people; they are not more gifted, have better health, or have more education. They just have a bigger need because they have a bigger dream. You have to move away from what everybody in America does: wishing things were different. Take action! Think hard why you want these things, material or non-material. Think about it often enough and it becomes a strong desire to want it. Your vision of your future becomes your past. Most people use their vision of their past to see their future. Stop driving by your rear view mirror. Stay positive, forget what’s behind you and focus forward. Now visualize what you would do when you have achieved your goal. What does it feel like? Now it becomes a need. This is now something about which you can get passionate. Passion will stir your soul and provide the positive motivation and the energy necessary to get moving, change your circumstance and do something about it. Remember we are talking about your goals and Dreams here. You can only apply negative motivation to yourself. You can never negatively motivate someone else. You can threaten someone with a negative consequence but they will not be truly motivated. You can, however, apply positive motivation to both yourself and anyone else.

Everyone likes to win, if you are trying to help motivate someone else, the carrot you dangle in front of them will help them get moving. Remember though, it must be something they believe in and want greatly. It does no good to offer someone a free set of tires if they do not own a car. Belief in your Dreams triggers in the mind the ways and means of accomplishing it. Belief in your ability to accomplish your goals banishes all fear and doubt. At this point don’t confuse the how to do something with the decision to do it. The decision to be successful comes first. Once the decision is made, then the how-to-do-it vehicle follows. You don’t need to know all the details of how something works to make use of it. First decide to achieve your goals then the means to make it happen will reveal themselves.

COACH

Once your vision is crystallized so that you can touch and taste it, share it with someone who can help you achieve it. A spouse, coach, mentor, God; whomever can support your vision. Don’t share your vision with anyone who might criticize your dream. If they have stake in helping you achieve your Dream they will help guide you so you can take action. Don’t confuse an open mind with one that’s vacant

Michael Jordan and Tiger Woods are unquestionably the best athletes in their sports. Both have coaches. Why not the rest of us? Your coach will help you to consistently and persistently pursue you dreams and goals; guiding you around obstacles and keeping you honest to yourself and your dreams. With a mentor’s help it’s no longer necessary to keep your Dream box, or any of your other boxes, hidden away.

Never live your life by the negativity of others. Do what you need to do for yourself and for your family’s future. What do you need with someone else’s opinion anyway? The only way to avoid criticism is to do nothing, to be nothing, to go nowhere with your life.

You are going to be criticized anyway, so why not be criticized for doing something great. If they are really giving it to you, ask them what they are doing that’s so great. They obviously think they have a better deal, so ask them to share their secret plan for success. Remember to keep moving forward. Happiness is a failure in your rear view mirror.

TAKE ACTION

Every morning in Africa the gazelle wakes up and realizes it must outrun the fastest lion or it will die. Every morning in Africa the lion wakes up and realizes it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve. The moral of this story is that regardless of who you are, you better wake up and start running.

Great ideas and a Positive Mental Attitude are a great place to start, but progress also requires action. The guy who achieves and the guy who doesn’t both have the same 24 hours but the former does not hesitate to put a positive mental attitude and ideas into action.

Yes, there are fears and doubt. You would not be human otherwise. Nevertheless, Mr. Success goes through them in pursuit of his vision. You can’t mosey up on success. You have got to kick it into high gear and go after it like the checkered flag at the Indy 500. Do not wait. It is easy to sit up and take notice. What is difficult is getting up and taking action. Take action now.

Sit down and establish goals for all areas of your life, spiritual, family, career, and recreation. These goals should fall into near term, short term, and long term. Doing something every day builds a daily habit and your weekly goals just naturally happen.

Making your four weekly goals, and then your monthly goal happens all by itself. Put twelve of these months together and your yearly goal is a done deal! And it all starts with doing something today. Once you have decided what your goals are and pictured them in your mind, keep reminders of them clearly visible. Write them down. That is why you have the white paper. Researchers at Yale University did a landmark study beginning in 1953. They interviewed the entire graduating class. They found that only 10% had goals and only 3% had them committed to paper. Twenty years later the graduates were again interviewed. That 3% had accumulated a higher financial net worth than the other 97% combined!

Be specific about what you want and when you expect to have it. Know why you want it and what you are willing to give up, the price to be paid for your goal, in order to achieve it.

First, your goal should be written in the form of an action statement, “I will lose 10 pounds by March 1.” “I will…” Without action there is no beginning, just thought.

Second, the goal is stated clearly, and to the point, “..lose 10 pounds.”

This is something that can be measured. ” I want to be happier.” is a great statement but as a goal statement it is too ambiguous. Happier in relation to what, by when; how do you measure happiness? If loosing weight will make you happy then go for it. But it must be something that generates action.

Finally your goal statement must have a date, “..by March 1.” How would a football game look if there were not any goalposts or a game clock? Guys would be running every which way and would never know what the score was.

By wording your goal statement this way, you are laying out the road map with your destination clearly fixed. All you need to do now is follow the mile markers.

Keep looking forward. You must constantly visualize what you want, not what you don’t want. You want to re-program your brain for success so start feeding it success based images. If you expect the worst, you invite the worst to happen. Why not instead invite joy and happiness and demand they become your travelling companions?

Pictures are nice reminders. If you can’t find exactly what you’re looking for in a magazine or brochure draw it yourself. Try putting them on your bathroom mirror, refrigerator, the inside of the front door, or inside your car. Places that your eyes often frequent.

When you don’t really feel like getting out the door, pictures of your goal will help motivate you off the couch. Something that I found very helpful when faced with doing something to progress toward my goal that I didn’t really fell like doing, was thinking of the alternatives. I could go out and put in the effort and get my goal that much sooner, or not do it, and either push back when it will be achieved, or face the possibility that my goal may never be realized.

The fear of not having what you want should be bigger and stronger then the fear of doing what it takes to make it happen. This will require change on your part.

CHANGE

If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got. If you want different results you MUST change what you are doing! It is Man’s nature to resist change. Change requires energy and action. That’s why Man created the Lazy Boy and remote control, to avoid spending his precious energy.

Like the trees, if you’re not growing and changing every day, you are dying. You must make growth and change a part of your everyday existence.

You do have the freedom to choose. You can choose to change or you can choose to remain as you are. Do not cop out by abdicating responsibility for your situation to someone else. You are where you are by the choices you made. The system, your boss, your spouse, all had input to where you are, but YOU made the choices. Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to the other 10%. If you do not like where you are, you have the power to choose to change. Don’t be mad at the way the ball bounces if you’re the one who dropped the ball.

The definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results! Do something different. Change something and get different results. If you want to have more, be more, do more, give more, YOU need to change. To change the world why not start with the easiest thing and the best example of what you want: yourself. Be the change you want to see in the world.

Change by improving your relationships with your spouse and family, friends, and co-workers. Lasting success in anything depends largely upon your success in building strong relationships with people. When people trust and believe in you, they will support you, fight for you and follow you to the ends of the Earth.

People, when led properly and justly, become an unbeatable resource. An army of sheep led by a lion will defeat an army of lions led by a sheep every time. A man with belief, conviction and no skill will always defeat a man with skill and no belief. Eliminate the barriers you have erected that are keeping you from moving forward. Change your associations to a more positive, uplifting and supportive crowd. Begin diluting all the negative junk your old filter allowed into your brain by reading more positive books and watching less tv.

A great way to overcome your weak areas is to shine a spotlight on them and force them out into the open. If a schoolboy has difficulty in math, how does he become top of the class? Certainly by not hiding in a closet and never doing math again! He gets to be top of the class by doing MORE of what is difficult. Through practice and repetition, focusing on weak areas, they become your strengths. You, and no one but you, have the power within you to change who you are.

CHALLENGES

Use every moment you have to be productive, learn and grow. Don’t just kill time. Invest it. Read, talk with experienced people, listen and associate with successful people, and add to your knowledge and experience. Visualize your future. Do something of value.

Henry Ford said, “Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.” he also said, “Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right.” Think of a very successful person and ask yourself how they would handle the present situation. If that person is a good role model for you, take that action. If they are a negative role model, do the opposite. This process will also help put you in the mindset of those successful people you are trying to duplicate.

As you begin to see your first goal realized, check with your long-term goal and see what’s next to tackle. Dream bigger. Always set new and higher goals. This will keep you continually growing, moving forward and pursuing excellence.

The next step is to identify any potential roadblocks or challenges. Facing challenges gives you an opportunity to think creatively. Once these have been identified, develop them into an action plan and devise a way to overcome the challenges. Overcoming the roadblocks will become milestones for measuring progress toward your goal. There is often more than one way to skin a cat. Be creative when it comes to potential obstacles. They often produce a result of equal or greater benefit.

Focus on the solutions to those challenges and the answers will come to you. Look at it this way, if you focused your vision on a bug on the windshield instead of where your car is going, you would eventually drive into a ditch. See through the challenges and focus on the goal. In overcoming, you have learned something that you can teach others and can also apply to other situations later. This may be the silver lining you are looking for. The point is that you solved the problem. Now move on down the road to your next milestone.

PROGRESS

It is important to measure your progress over meaningful periods of time. For example, if you were driving from Chicago to Los Angeles, you wouldn’t stop after an hour and ask, “Am I there yet?”

Meaningful change and growth takes time. Years in come cases. The point is that you will notice progress in the way you think and act and how you respond to other people, but it might not be overnight. At least four times a year evaluate your situation and see how far you have or have not come. Doing this on a regular basis will keep you on track and avoid any lengthy detours. As long as you are progressing toward your goal, you win, regardless of how long it takes you to get there. If you do not make it this time, there is always another day to try again. You only lose by quitting.

This is why milestones are so important; they give you tiny victories and empower you to go on. You can measure progress and feel that sense of accomplishment. Reward yourself for achieving tiny victories, small things that you have denied yourself as the price to be paid in order to win. And I do not mean having a double cheeseburger and fries with a Diet Coke as a reward for losing 5 pounds! It should be something that is meaningful to you and helps you move forward towards your goal.

Don’t confuse activity for accomplishment. Earl Nightingale, an early master of success teaching said, “Successful people are Dreamers who have found a Dream too exciting and too important to remain in the realm of fantasy; and who day by day, hour by hour, toil in the service of their Dream until they can touch it with their hands and see it with their eyes.”

SUMMARY

Look back. Acknowledge your triumphs and defeats. Learn from the mistakes and missteps. Drop any baggage that may be holding you back. Turn around, seize THIS day!

Face forward and set a new course. Set your goals, write them down, enlist a mentor to help you achieve them, allow yourself to change, stay focused, take action daily and this will be the best year of your life.

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Adapted from his forthcoming book “The Road to Success is Always Under Construction”, Chris Summers President/CEO CRS Enterprises, travels nationally delivering his popular lectures on personal freedom and financial independence.