August 3, 2014
© 2014 by Paul Britner

Poem: The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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I’ve got good news! There is a place of faith where people can believe what their conscience calls them to believe, a place of hope that accepts both the responsibilities and possibilities of humankind, and a place of love, where all people are accepted for who they are and who they were created to be. That place is our Unitarian Universalist movement, which nurtures my spirit and, to borrow a phrase from our poem, sustains me on the inside when all else falls away.

Yet, I’m uncomfortable standing on a street corner and shouting out this good news to all who might hear it, including some who might desperately need it. We’ve all seen people with those sandwich sign boards walking up and down the street that read “Repent or go to hell.” I guess they’re trying to scare people into their pews. If I were so inclined I would walk up and down a busy street with one of those sandwich sign boards with our Universalist message on side, “Don’t worry—you’re going to heaven!” and our Unitarian message on the other: “You’re OK—God doesn’t make junk!” Of course, if people saw that, they might think, “Wow, a church that says I don’t need to go church!” Well, that’s true. You don’t need to go to church to be a good person.

The truth is, though we lack the leverage that fear mongers have, we have much more to offer: the affirmation of inherent worth and dignity, the responsible search for truth and meaning, and the encouragement to spiritual growth, to name three. Generally speaking, though, we are not the kind of people who would tap a stranger on the shoulder and say, “Let me tell you my good news.”

I wonder, though, if in our enthusiasm for reticence, we sometimes go too far. We choose to err on the side of privacy and leaving people alone. I believe we are so afraid that someone might be offended by our even talking about our faith that we say nothing, and we deny our good news to people who want what we have and don’t even know we exist.

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Andy Schmookler’s June 22 Message in Summary

Andy Schmookler delivered the sermon at HUU on Sunday, June 22, 2014. The title of his talk was “What Liberal America Should Know about Evil.” He says that America faces a crisis in which the stakes could not be higher. Both the right and the left play a role, he says, but the roles are very different.

He drew upon a line from William Butler Yeats: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are filled with a passionate intensity.” Likewise in America now, the heart of the crisis is that the political right has been taken over by an “evil force,” while the response from Liberal America has been woefully weak.

The first step in the necessary change in our destructive political dynamic, Andy said, has to be a change on the liberal side. A fire must be lit, and he believes that the way to light it is to present a clear and compelling picture of the nature of the force we are up against.

With a series of articles — presently appearing only on his own website but soon to be launched on major national websites — Andy is painting the picture that America needs to see. It’s a picture of a coherent force that moves through the culture, consistently imparting a pattern of brokenness, as well as exploiting the brokenness it already finds in the culture and in individuals.

And he is addressing the elements in a worldview held by too much of Liberal America—one that does not regard things like “value,” or “evil,” or the sacred as entirely real. You can’t hit what you can’t see, and you can’t see what you don’t believe can exist, he says.

America needs an “Emperor’s New Clothes” moment of realization. Here’s an unprecedented force that’s pushing to change our democracy into a plutocracy, and blocking our nation’s acting responsibly to protect our children and grandchildren – and indeed all life on earth – from the potential catastrophes of climate change. Andy’s campaign is an attempt to help drain the power from that force.

Here’s how people can help this campaign to get our national conversation to focus on the real truth about our national crisis, and perhaps reach the “Emperor’s New Clothes” moment of realization so sorely needed:

1) Check out Andy’s message. Go to The Series: Links to All the Entries , which presents the sequence of articles with which Andy hopes to light that fire in Liberal America– to move it, in the words of his motto, to “See the evil. Call it out. Press the battle.”

2) Spread the word by emailing all your liberally-minded friends and neighbors and associates – everyone potentially receptive to this message – to invite them to check out this series and join the “campaign.”

3) Contribute financially to help cover the costs of a publicist, an overhaul of the website for the new campaign, and the production of a book based on the series.

4) Ask yourself “What can I do to help this effort succeed?”

Andy can be reached at andybard@shentel.net.

Presented by: Linda Dove
June 8, 2014

Good morning. Thank you to Steve for facilitating our service today.

Our offertory says to me, We’re all in this life together and we need to help each other along.

It evokes for me our 7th. UU principle, Respect for the interdependent web of all existence of which we are a part.

This morning I invite you to ponder with me on giving, service and stewardship. A complex topic; so just one or two aspects.

I’m going to use the three terms interchangeably, though of course, they have different connotations. (Another time I’d like to explore the other side, the receiving side. But no time today.)

Service originally meant, of course, being a slave or servant.Today, it means offering others something of value.

Stewardship means taking care of something of value: like money, property, nature, family, community, a business, or an institution, be it secular, religious, or governmental.

We admire those who are generous for “giving back”. We judge those who are not generous as miserly, like Midas and Scrooge.

Recently, a Reader’s Digest article fanfared how a customer in line at a Heavenly Do’Nuts Take-Out paid for the next driver and his action inspired the whole line of drivers behind to do the same. You may have read about this. The headline was Everyday Heroes: Acts of Generosity.

Let me start us off with a piece on Giving from Kahlil Gibran’s, The Prophet. It’s in your handout in the Order of Service. Let ’s go through it as a responsive reading. Kira will lead us.

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by Richard Wolf
March 2, 2014

I’m here this morning to invite our consideration of an apophatic mystery we call “Time”. I like Time, it’s one of the only things I’m been able to really count on. So far, anyway, Time seems to have been on my side. Maybe for you, too.

Particularly, what about Time here at Sunday Service? How does our experience of Time here connect with yet remain distinct from our routine and home lives? How do experiences of Sunday Services pertain to each day as well as perhaps extending over months or years? But even if you are new or relatively new here, your experience could be just as full and round as someone who has been coming here for twenty two years, though with very different content. Sunday Service takes place in an eternal way, across and beyond many movements of time.

People say that Time is God’s way of making sure everything doesn’t happen at once. I’d agree, though my preferred nomenclature for the Big G is Formation Mystery, or FM. Sometimes Time flies, and then other times (hopefully not now) it drags; yet Time always seems to be pushing, flowing (fastly or slowly) forward, whatever direction that is.

Time as such is the popular chronological time. Chronos time rules material creation in all forms. Chronos Time is cycles and seasons, our setting of time’s movements mathematically according to nature’s cycles: sun or moon calendars, clocks, watches, schedules.

[Speaking to the mystery of Chronological Time, The Book of Ecclesiastes begins with words like these:

“One generation departs and another generation arrives; while the Earth abides forever. The sun rises and the sun goes down, then discretely transits to the same place it arose.

The wind goes toward the south, and turns around to the north; in motion continually, always to cycle around again.

All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full. To the place from which the rivers come, there they return again.

All things engage in their works, hidden in mystery to human people.”

Chronos Time clearly does works of its own, beyond human control. The reading reminds me of expressions like “time marches on” and “time and tides wait for no man”, sayings that speak to the relentlessness of time’s demands. Yet the reading tells of this same Time being the Great Mystery which empowers the works of nature.

[Sun, moon, stars, and waters are moved by powers both strong and subtle, far beyond human influence. As constituted of mostly water, our own biorhythms connect with Moon and tides. Sun and starlight effect our moods; our ingestion of plants and animals effect our body chemistry, and natural cycles govern our own and everyone’s procreation. We are material creatures. And we can’t get any younger, as far as we know.]

But if Time is always flowing forward, wouldn’t it also somehow ebb, draw back, or fold? Occasions of inspiration, vivid recollections, dreams, or visions are in the realm of Kairos Time. A drawing-back from the flowing progression of Chronos time takes place, like the ebb of ocean tides and evaporation in the water cycle.

Kairos can be translated as “the right moment,” It also means “weather”. Another translation refers to the openings of a weaving. [Is past woof and future warp or vice versa?] Kairos time is when you know the time is right: when a work of art is complete; when the right words are said or heard. Kairos is the timing behind why you and I are present here. It’s about when something happens that can’t be explained or accounted for, maybe a spiritual or intellectual inspiration, an unexpected opening of one’s presence in time.

Last Sunday, for me anyway, the service was so integrated that it seemed over just minutes after it started. On similar Sundays, I’ve lost track of time, finding my present awareness of the “now” heightened; or maybe I felt a touch or word, or had some kind of enlightenment. Sometimes even some kind of an “aha” moment has occurred.

[Other times, I have to confess, I’ve slipped into chronic distractions and judgments. I’ve thought to myself (I’ll let you fill in some blanks) “This could be a little bit too ______________ for me.” or “I shouldn’t be thinking about his or her ___________________.” or “This ______________isn’t one I would have chosen.” I’m happy to report that on such occasions I’ve almost always been able to return myself to an appropriate place (whatever that is) in collective consciousness for Sunday Service.]

As I reflected on personal Sunday Morning experiences of Time, with consideration for preparing these words, I looked at how Time’s flowing could be akin with Chronos Time, and Time ebbing akin with Kairos Time. Our Chronos time here is dependably from 10:30 to 11:30 Sunday mornings. Our Kairos Time here is always indeterminate: an opening for the entry of insights, distractions, surprise instructions, or signs could happen at any time. I like to see the program as set though always in –process. This way even congregants who attend every Sunday never attend the same Sunday Service twice.

I propose to you that at least an acknowledgement of Kairos time enhances the quality of spiritual practices, including the quality of a Sunday Service. When we gather here, to what extent do we detach from chronological time, while keeping to a schedule, to allow for experience that is beyond the linear, beyond the rational? [We might also consider our detatchment from excessive rationalization or judgment, times like those fill-in-the-blank examples just earlier.]

[Kindly leave watches, cellphones, and egos at the door. Kindly also leave any extra “umbridge” you might have, so that we have enough for when others might need to take some.]

[Religious traditions mark entry and exit from Kairos time with particular rites, signs, and symbols. Catholics remember Baptism with Holy Water upon entry and exits from worship spaces. Lakota people engage prayer bundle and smudging rituals before and after inipi. We ring a bell, raise our voices, join our hands. Like many worship traditions, we include times of silence, or the use of certain word formulas (“so may it be”). Rituals like these invite a drawing back, an ebbing, of the ordinary forward push of chronological time. Portals and passageways are opened.]

Our lives take place somewhere between being unconscious slaves in Chronos and realized co-creators in Kairos. Our reading from Ste.-Exupèry directs us to stop and realize how our consciousness of each successive “now” extends seven generations into past and future. He speaks to the ebb and flow of generations, suggesting that heritage is transmitted via moments of memory and meaning within our own lifetimes, as well as via whatever material symbols our descendents may inherit –rituals, mementos, furniture, real estate, trusts,… He invites us to step aside from the push toward the future and the pull of the past in order to stand in a present-place as active owners of heritage and destiny. His words empower the shaping of a uniquely situated personal history, beyond constraints of our life as a time-line. Can we draw back from the rapid flow of culture to realize what keys we’re to give and which passwords we’re to transmit? How do we balance inheritance and legacy?

Toward closing, what about the waiting part? We are always between Time moving us forward or drawing us back, but does Time wait? Can Time pause or stand still for a while? I think “yes” but only for a little while, if we ask and wait, too. Sometimes Time just waits on its own. To ask time to wait is to acknowledge an overlapping place between Chronos and Kairos, a limbo place of transition. Maybe Time waits when its manifestations are under consideration, like those tiny particles that alternate being and doing, form and energy. Time waits at gateways between Chronos and Kairos forms of itself, a place we are now. Maybe Times waits when a bird stops and looks at you.

In Nature, time seems to wait in the overlapping of waves, and when the Moon is completely full or new. Time waits when breath is held or needs to be caught, like when you’ve been laughing or crying too hard. Where there is movement there must also be no movement somewhere, somehow, sometime, to be the ground or source from which movement proceeds.

One Kairos opening which recently helped me was the apparent mistake of the inclusion of the Walt Whitman reading in today’s program. Was it a typo that # 659 was listed instead of the Ste- Exupèry reading, #249, with which I’d been working? Was this a miscommunication, a mistake, someone else’s idea, a Kairos event, or all of the above?

Let’s take a look at it — # 659. Many levels of application are possible, but please consider a few in particular. Take a look at the second stanza, the first that the assembly will read. The words could suggest that a congregant’s quality of presence here is what really shaped our Sunday Order of Service, not the decisions of your Sunday Services Committee. The eighth stanza speaks to the free availability for entry into Kairos Time anytime. And the last, words from which I’ll repeat as our Benediction, speak of the essential value of any present “now” as the only place from which we can fully appreciate our situation in and out of Time.

Let’s engage in this reading together. Then just rest in a brief no-time silence, before we have some community dialog.

#659: For You

Brief Silent Reflection

Dialog

Community Sending Forth

Benediction: “Happiness,…knowledge,.. this place, … this hour.”

[An adaptation from the beginning of the Book of Ecclesiastes:]

“One generation departs and another generation arrives; while the Earth abides forever. The sun rises and the sun goes down, then discretely transits to the same place it arose.

The wind goes toward the south. And turns around to the north; in motion continually, always to cycle around again.

All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full. To the place from which the rivers come, there they return again.

All things engage in their works, hidden in mystery to human people.”

 

 

By Noel Levan
November 17, 2013.

Many years ago I wrote with some regularity, in journals, poetically, and with a questioning that I now sometimes miss.

I wrote, “Standing upon the threshold of knowing, the cosmos, has no floor.” I thought at that time that I had a glimmer of understanding regarding how the world worked and what part I played in ‘the grand scheme of things’. I thought too that fathoming the cosmos was very like standing upon a threshold to a room that had no floor. That I could imagine myself knowing even an infinitesimal portion of all there may be to fathom about ‘life, the universe and everything’ was to me, laughable. And I did laugh. I do laugh, often, deeply and with 

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by Rev. Emma Chattin
October 10,2013

Lighting the Chalice

Reading

The candle wick and the flame stand apart, each one from the other.
And yet together, they become something more,
burning together without burning up,
a thing of lasting illumination, and a cradle of warmth in the chalice.
May we, like the wick and flame, learn to unite our differences
into something much more than we could ever be apart.

First Reading Genesis 11: 1-9

Throughout the earth, people spoke the same language and used the same words. Now, as they moved eastward, they found a valley in the land of Shinar and settled there. They all said to one another, ‘Let us make bricks, and bake them in the fire.’ They used bricks as building stones, and bitumen for mortar. Then they said, ‘Let us build ourselves a city, and a tower whose top can reach to heaven. Let us make a name for ourselves, to keep us from being scattered over the face of the whole earth.’ YHWH came down to see the city and the tower these mortals had built. ‘They are a single people with a single language,’ YHWH said. ’And this is but the beginning of their undertakings! Now there will be nothing too hard for them to do. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so that they can no longer understand one another.’ So YHWH scattered them over the face of the earth, and they had to stop building the city. It was named Babel, because YHWH confused the language of all the earth. It was from there that YHWH scattered them over the whole earth.

Second Reading

~from Robert Lawrence Smith in A Quaker Book of Wisdom:

Life Lessons in Simplicity, Service, and Common Sense

Nonviolence has always been the most paradoxical, counterintuitive, and optimistic of Quaker ideals. Ever since Cain settled his conflict with Abel through premeditated murder, violence and the lust for dominance and revenge have been viewed as inevitable aspects of human relations. The ancient Greeks saw war as a natural state of affairs: “All things come into being and pass through strife,” Heraclitus wrote. And throughout time, nations, tribes, and individuals have readily turned to weaponry to exert control or settle differences- while their poets and balladeers celebrated war heroes and the glory of battle.

In the seventeenth century, the first generation of Quakers suffered the consequences of their pacifism when hundreds were routinely jailed for refusing to serve in the king’s militia. In the Revolutionary War, most Quakers refused to bear arms, but an estimated 500 were “read out” of their Meetings for joining up with the colonial forces. Abraham Lincoln, at the height of the Civil War, wrote to a prominent Friend, Eliza Gurney, “Your people, the Friends, have had, and are having a very great trial. On principal and faith, opposed to both war and oppression, they can only practically oppose oppression by war. In this hard dilemma, some have chosen one horn, and some have chosen the other.”

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by Elizabeth Ihle
October 27, 2013

Readings:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 2, scene 7, 1599

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