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Prayer - Its Place & Purpose in Our Lives

Sunday, April 30th, 2006

PRAYER:

Dear Father/Mother God; Dear Old Friend; Dear Mystery of many name and Mystery beyond all naming, we stand within the mystery today to discuss the very thing that we’re doing right now. We know that there is something greater than us out there and within us. We know, we feel, we sense that there is a portion of what we partake of that is greater than anything we can bring to the table. Some have called that something God, some Mystery, some the Divine Mother, some the Great Spirit, and some the Holy Spirit. Help us mystery beyond naming not to be thrown off by the names that you are known by. We all recognize a dog when we see one, and yet each dog we see is called by a different name. If we like dogs and have become acquainted with one that we later find out has the name of Ralph, we are not offended when that dog’s human calls it Ralph. In the same way, let us recognize in others the ability to speak to their creator, their source of energy, their place of groundedness in whatever manner, and by whatever name that they see fit. Let us not think that Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Milerepa, Mother Earth, or Father Sky are alien beings that we have no contact with. Help us, that which is greater than us, to surrender ourselves to the storm of spirit that comes over us in sacred moments. Help us to give credit where credit is due, and to see that everything that we see, hear, touch, feel, taste and sense is but a portion of that great elephant that we blind earthlings grope at and philosophize about.

This we pray in the name of everything that is holy and that is, precisely, everything.

SERMON:     Many Voices

If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you. (Gospel of Thomas, saying #70)

Humor is a prelude to faith. Laughter is the beginning of prayer. (Reinhold Neibuhr)

Introduction: Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? I mean, you’re doing something - something quite ordinary and all of a sudden you stop, you look around - you can feel someone’s eyes on you.

          As the world and especially this country gets closer to George Orwell’s 1984 - ah … 1984 … if it were only 1984 … as we get closer to a society that seems to be watching us … well, that’s certainly one way to explain or understand this feeling of having someone’s eyes on you - Big Brother and the Holding Company is watching!

          When I used to do the ride-a-long program in Berkeley, California back when I was attending Starr King School for the Ministry there was a sign in the Berkeley Police Department that read, “Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you!”

          Now, admittedly, this is a few steps past feeling like you’re being watched - this is a feeling that malevolent eyes with ill intent are watching you.

          But the feeling of being watched I’m talking about isn’t akin to either one of those feelings. It’s not Big Brother and it’s not paranoia.

          Do you remember when you were a child and your family was at the beach or the lake and you were down by the water’s edge playing in the sand, playing in the water - totally lost in your child’s imagination, but then you’d look up and there behind her Foster Grant’s was your mother’s gentle smile? She was watching and maybe you pointed to your sand castle and waved, or maybe you simply returned to your childish games.

          This level of being watched isn’t intrusive, but as a child it seemed omnipresent. I feel that this is where a great deal of the world’s religions get the notion that GOD is in God’s heaven, and God and all the saints are in their glass bottom boat in heaven and looking down upon us.

          Surely, this is what the Psalmist meant when he sang,

          I lift up my eyes to the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip - he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you - the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will no harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all harm - he will watch over your life’ the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. (Psalm 121 NIV)

          But this is not the feeling of being seen/watched that I’m talking about either.

          There is a story in Hinduism; I believe it’s in the Upanishads that speaks of the soul being occupied by two birds. One is the bird of appetite. This is the bird that eats, defecates, loves, makes love, the bird that fears and flies away, or the bird that fears and fights.

          The other bird’s job is to watch the bird of appetite. As far as I can figure out this “watcher bird” is the one that sees without judgment everything that we do, hears everything we say and the feeling of being watched that I’ve been talking about is somehow narratively explained to me by this concept of the “watcher bird.”

          In Peter Barnes’s wonderful play, “The Ruling Class,” the main character, the 14th Earl of Gurney, named Jack, is asked by his aunt when he first realized that he was God. The 14th Earl of Gurney sees himself as God. Jack replies, “One day while I was praying I realized, I’m talking to myself.”

          There’s a great deal of wisdom in this remark. For, I believe, that when we are praying, we are praying to ourselves. We, the birds of appetite, pray to our watcher birds.

          The God within us - that which seems to be watching us at all times - is mostly a mute God. And we don’t have a remote control - we can’t hit the mute button and all of a sudden have the God within talking - it doesn’t work like that. But just because the God within is mostly mute does not mean that the God within is powerless. Remember there is the still small voice.

          I’m going to tell you something now that you might not believe. But why should that stop me - after all you are Unitarian Universalists! Just add it to the list of things you don’t believe! You are praying right now. The Hebrew word for breath (Ruach) is also the Hebrew word for Spirit. As is the Greek word for Spirit and breath - both the same both are pneuma. According to Hebrew scriptures God breathed the breath of life into us and each time we take a breath we are echoing that moment of divine creation. After all, they don’t call it inspiration for nothing! To inspire is to inhale - to breathe in - to breathe life into.

          (Frederick Buechner in his book, Wishful Thinking - a Seeker’s ABC’s -) A modern day theologian says, “We all pray whether we think of it as praying or not. The odd silence we fall into when something very beautiful is happening, or something very good, or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of us as out of a 4th of July crowd when the sky rocket bursts over the water.”

          I’m thinking now about September the 11th - 9/11, when I was sitting with my wife, Viv, on the couch at our home. As my wife and I sat there on the couch, closer than usual, holding hands like we’d just started dating, watching the people jump to their deaths, whether we knew it or not, we were praying. Think back on that day - those events - and asked yourself was your attitude prayerful for those people facing death?

          If you want proof that prayer is not exclusively tied up with words than go on a silent retreat.

          Many people see in Buddhism a peace and serenity that they could not find in Christianity or Judaism. They see in the seated image of the Buddha a peace that they can bring to themselves by assuming that same position. They go to their zafu, meditation cushion, just knowing that sitting will bring them peace. And I submit to you that such logic can be mirrored by the pentetentes - the evangelical Christian zealots - found mostly in Mexico, Central and South America - who volunteer to be crucified on Easter in order to get closer to God. “What,” you say, “how can seated meditation being likened to crucifixion?”

          Looking at the Buddha - the inscrutable east - looking at the Buddha one would assume that since he is stationary and in a seated position that he is at peace, but is he?

          Jonathan Winters, probably the most gifted comic of our age, parks in handicapped spots wherever he goes and he does not have a handicap sticker on his car. He admits this openly. When he is stopped by someone who says, “Hey, You’re not handicapped!” His response is always “Madam/Sir, Can you see inside my mind?”

          It is common knowledge that some of the world’s greatest humorists have led personally tragic lives.

          Here’s an exercise that grew from the bio-energetic school of psychology and it drives home this link between the humorous and the tragic - the so-called peace of the divine grin on the Buddha and Christ hanging on the cross. Sit in a room by yourself (and please do this in an empty house unless you want those who are there to call the men in the white coats) - sit in a room and begin laughing. Oh, at first it will sound false - like a bad stage laugh - but eventually you will really be laughing, then something strange will happened - after you have laughed heartily for some time, you will begin to cry. And this crying won’t sound false at all. In fact, it may alarm you how strident and real it sounds. And while you’re there crying - ask yourself prayerfully why are you sad? Investigate your life!

          The masks of comedy and tragedy are really only the two sides of a common currency - our emotions. A frown is a smile turned upside down!

          But you say, “Look at the Buddha; he is immovable, like a rock, a part of nature’s serenity oozes from him.”

          There has been a lot recently in the news concerning torture. A man in China was tortured by being made to lie on a soft bed and told not to move. Days of this lying on a soft bed and not moving wracked his body with excruciating pain. In the end this man admitted that he would have preferred to have been beaten.

          My point is this - if you think sitting quietly doing nothing is peaceful you haven’t tried, in any extended manner, to do so.

          When I attended my first seven day sesshin, meditation retreat, at the Marie Kannon Zen Center in Dallas, Texas three and one half days into the sesshin and I knew I hated each of the people on either side of me and I didn’t even know their names.

          Take it from me the bird of appetite does not want the ground and focus to change. The bird of appetite wants to remain the focus. The bird of appetite wants the watcher bird to stay background. The bird of appetite is hard-pressed to let consciousness shift to the watcher bird.

          In John Paul Sartre’s novel, Nausea, he says he realized how ridiculous human life was when one day from inside a French Café he watched two people conversing on the street. The glass prevented him from hearing and their gesticulations and gestures rendered them absurd and caused him to feel sick, nauseous, hence the title, Nausea.

          In Albert Camus’ novel, The Fall, the main character, John Baptiste, has his world shattered one day when he hears laughter and imagines that the derision of that laughter is directed at him. The beginning of self-consciousness can be upsetting. The world that we thought we knew has changed and watching ourselves can be very unsettling. Think of the first time you heard your recorded voice or saw home videos of yourself.

          We’re afraid of the watcher bird. As the philosopher once said, “The sharp points of moral and social criticism cannot pass through others without first passing through us.”

          It’s easy … it’s simpler to simply put the Watcher Bird outside ourselves, call it God, call it mystery, but don’t call it home.

          (Ralph Waldo Emerson in his Divinity School Address said) But that which places God outside of us diminishes us, and that which places the divine within empowers us.

          I want to empower each and every one of you here today. I want you to take back the power of prayer. I want you to realize that you are praying and part of you is listening and the part of you that is listening may, in fact, be in a very concrete manner answering all your prayers.

          One who prays is called a prayer, P-R-A-Y-E-R. What one does when one prays is called prayer, P-R-A-Y-E-R. Prayer and prayer - the same thing.

          I have a friend, Ken Markum. He’s a therapist. He does most of his therapy over the phone. Hey, if you can have phone sex, you can certainly have phone therapy.

          Ken’s got a great metaphor that he swears is more than a metaphor. Ken says that the Holy Ghost, the Holy Spirit, - that part of us that in the Jesus’ narrative was sent to be with us - the paraclete - the defending counsel - the comforter - the advocate - Ken says the Holy Spirit is a big, black dog.

          This big black dog is called the Spirit of Truth and is described in John 16:13.  “When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come.”

          He will declare to you the future.

          And that guide dog of truth is faithful to you.  Whenever and whatever you speak the faithful guide dog will echo back to you and that echo will become your life. It is your future.

          When was the last time you took a big dog on a walk?  You’d better pay attention to her.  She’ll drag you off after a squirrel. It’s time to judge our ability to command spirit.  What does Spirit see in us?  What does Spirit hear from us?  What is happening in our lives that, perhaps unknown to us, Spirit is accomplishing?!

          It is my opinion that this big, black dog, this Holy Spirit - the Better Angel of our nature - is in fact the Watcher Bird of the Upanishads. This big black dog is faithful to us. It listens to everything we say - it considers everything we say a command! And it carries out each of these commands to the letter.     

          This big black dog is listening all the time. When others are not around, when we’re by ourselves, when we’re in our car in bad traffic, taking a walk to blow off steam after a fight with the spouse or kids, the big black dog is there by our side - listening … listening.

          Albert Einstein said, “The world we have created is a product of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”

          I submit to you today that our world is also what we say to ourselves and to change our world we must change what we say to ourselves - especially what we say to ourselves when we imagine no one is listening.

          You’ve heard this a million times. Someone has a job to do, a task to take care of. They describe this task, this job and they say things like, “This is going to be hard!” or “This is impossible!” or “I’m just not capable of doing this!” “There isn’t enough time.” “This will never work, this is too difficult, out of my league, problematic, beyond me, so hard to understand.” We’ve heard it before. We’ve said it before. It’s the language of labor and our daily conversations are full of it. Start paying attention to yourselves and others - you’ll be flabbergasted how much language of labor fills our days. The Psalmist again, Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts. (Psalm 28:3 KJV)

          Well, my friends, the big black dog is watching, the big black dog is listening and when the big black dog hears its master’s voice - your voice - it can’t wait to fulfill your commands.

          I like this notion of the Holy Spirit … it’s not a very discerning spirit … but it’s eager to please.

          You say your life is crap. You life will soon be crappier. The big black dog will do everything in its power to deliver an abundance of crap.

          You say you hate yourself, your life - your life will become hateful - hate filled.

          You say you’re tired of living? The big black dog will find a way for you to die.

          And you needn’t think of this as superstition. On the ground level this is simply self-fulfilling prophesy.

          Why is it, do you suppose, that the great religions of the world all echo the sentiments of the Psalmist, “Be still and know that I am God.”

          For at some point in the meditation process the doer bird, the bird of appetite will grow silent - judgment will stop passing his lips, the language of labor will cease and sitting on the couch of your soul the bird of appetite and the watcher bird will stop preening and settle down in the nest together, conscious of each other, watchful without judgment.

          The content of the majority of traditional prayers are prayers of request. We’re asking for something.

          Because we don’t know how to pray or don’t know we are praying, what gets left out of most prayer is thanksgiving.

          We put Thanksgiving off to one day a year - the third weekend in November and we combine it with a Dallas Cowboys’ football game.

          Do yourself a favor - get into gratitude. Give thanks, give praise for your life and “when you are weary and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep.”

          Prayer is not talking to some power source outside yourself, outside your being.

          Prayer is also not the Bird of Appetite cheerleading the Watcher Bird through the valley of death. Self help books are mostly help yourself books and affirmations - as George Harrison sang, “By chanting the name of the Lord you’ll be free.” All these efforts are simply efforts to counter our language of strife and labor, but in the end they do not reach the source. They are cosmetic. They skim the surface much like the child’s notion of not hearing the parents (hands over ears and saying nah-nah-nah-nah).

          Real prayer is consciousness directed toward the moment - this moment - right now. Prayer is power because it is only in the moment that anything can be done, thought, taught, brought up, acted upon, changed.

          A Gestalt therapist would say, this kind of prayer is simply getting out of your own way and letting your life live itself. This kind of prayer is simply shifting consciousness to the watcher bird and being in the end a non-anxious presence in our own and others lives. Be passers by. The micromanagement of life is contrary to the process of life. The process happens in the moment. If you’re worried about the past, anxious about the future, you’ve just placed yourself the two places where there is no power and no life.

          Be … here … now!

          If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you. (Gospel of Thomas #70)

          Always remembering, “Humor is a prelude to faith and laughter the beginning of prayer.”

Where Do We Go From Here? - Ballou-Channing District Meeting

Saturday, April 29th, 2006

This was given on 29 April 2006 as the keynote address at the annual district meeting of the Ballou-Channing District of the Unitarian Universalist Association, and has been slightly expanded for this version.

          I’ve been asked to speak to you on the question of where we go from here.  For me, that also involves the question of where we are, and how we got here.  And that may raise the question of why on earth anybody would care about questions like this.  So I’ll start there.

          These questions matter because in the UUA, we’re in a non-moving “movement” that is dying, and has been dying since before the merger of Unitarians and Universalists in 1961. 

          What does that mean, to say we’re dying?  It means, for example, that the adult membership of the UUA has declined by more than 44% since 1970 relative to the population of the U.S.  Even in real numbers, we had over 12,000 fewer members in 2000 than in 1970.  Or more locally, that your Ballou-Channing District is losing around 2% of its adult members annually, while the population in this area continues to grow. 

          But during those thirty years, the population of the U.S. increased by over 37%, while UU adult members decreased by 7%. If adult membership had simply kept up with the U.S. population increases, there would now be 230,000 adult UUs rather than the 155,449 reported in 2000.

          Another way of saying it is to note that according to the 2005 Directory of the Unitarian Universalist Association, there are 1039 UU congregations, 525 of which - more than half - have less than 100 members.  Such small congregations cannot be expected to provide adequate compensation for full-time professional service, but newly fellowshipped parish ministers, with an average of $40,000 in educational loan debt, need fulltime employment. 

(This information comes from the new website www.uumal.org.  The “uumal” stands for “UU Ministers at Large,” and their proposal is that those entering the parish ministry would do well to have another way of making a living.  They cite several UU ministers who are earning their living as lawyers or teachers, and lending their services to UU churches for little or no money.  This is another measure of a dying movement, a dying profession.) 

          This isn’t only a problem in our churches.  The reason we now have more women preparing for parish ministry than men is the same reason the Presbyterians and Methodists also do: because many men are no longer applying to seminaries, because they no longer see this as a profession in which they can earn enough to support a family, and see little chance of getting into a well-paying church even twenty years down the road.  It isn’t seen as a profession with a promising future, so (especially) men aren’t choosing it.  About fifty years ago, I’ve read that about 10% of Phi Beta Kappa students went into the ministry.  I don’t know the figures, but suspect it would be less than 1% now.  Being smarter than the average bear isn’t everything; but it’s something.

          So the question of whether there is anywhere to go from here, or whether it’s just been a good ride that’s ending, is a serious question.  And I don’t see a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  I think there are some clear reasons to be pessimistic, which I’ll cover later.  But I do think that it can be a kind of victory even to arrive back where we started, and know the place for the first time, as T. S. Eliot put it.

          So what I want to do with you during the time we have this morning is to look at how we got where we are today, try to be more clear about just where it is that we are today, then to wonder with you about where we might go from here.

          There are ways in which this talk is like the first part of a Lutheran sermon, that just goes down before coming up (a little) at the end.  And that’s because the history of liberal religion over the past two centuries has largely been the story of the deconstruction and dissolution of the Christian and theistic myths that had been a core part of our Western civilization.  That may be a new way of framing the history of liberal religion, but I think it’s accurate and useful.  The most reliable estimates I know of say that only about 21% of Americans regularly attend religious services of any kind now (Kirk Hadaway, who has written about a dozen books in this area).  Four out of five Americans - no matter what the media may say - don’t see religion as important enough to make a regular part of their lives.

          There are many methods of studying religion, each showing a different facet of the problem.  I’m a theologian, so I want to look mostly at the birth and development of liberal theology over the past two hundred years.  I see it as a Trojan Horse, containing within it the seeds of deconstruction and dissipation of the intellectual foundations Western religions - see if I can persuade you. 

          Let’s start with some definitions.  The word “religion” is usually associated with some sort of belief in supernatural critters, even though that doesn’t fit religions like Buddhism or Taoism.  But the root meaning of the word comes from the Latin religio.  The “re-” means “to do again,” and the root “lig” is the same root we see in words like ligament and ligature.  It means a kind of connection.  Religion is the search for a kind of reconnection. 

          Religion is also usually linked, at least in our culture, with the word “salvation.”  Again, this is commonly understood as being about living somewhere else and later.  But the roots of the word are completely this-worldly.  It comes from the Latin word meaning “to save,” but also the root of the word “salve.”  It is a healthy kind of wholeness.  Putting them together, I see the religious quest as the search for a sense of reconnection to a healthy kind of wholeness. 

          Now, what happened to that over the past two hundred years that affects us?  This starts a bit abstractly, but I hope it feels more down to earth soon. 

          The Western Enlightenment of the late 18th century freed reason from its allegiance to tradition, pronounced the human mind capable of examining all subjects, and all subjects - including religion - open to our most critical questioning.  This contained the seeds of the end of Western theism, in ways that would not have been destructive to Eastern religions.  Why? Because Western religions have always taught their myths as though they were history, as though they were facts. 

          On the other hand, Hinduism’s favorite god, Krishna, has blue skin; another, the beloved lucky-charm god Ganesh, has a human body and an elephant’s head; others have four arms.  These imaginative fantasy pictures tell all Hindus the gods are symbols, not meant to be taken literally.  So to tell a Hindu that these stories are really myths might show them that you’ve mastered the basics of Hinduism 101. 

          Buddhism has no gods, and teaches that we need to wake up from the illusions within which we live - illusions we create mostly through the ways we mislead ourselves with language.  In this sense, the best Buddhism was an ancient version of the 20th century language philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, who also said that philosophy and religion create problems rather than solving them, by bewitching us with misleading language.  And once more these religions can only start making sense once you realize that, of course, their stories are myths, and were not historically true.  The fundamental problems in life - as both Wittgenstein and the Buddhists would say - don’t need to be (and can’t be) solved; they need to be dissolved, through understanding them in a different and more honest way. 

          But in the religions that grew from the Hebrew scriptures, the myths were taught as though they were facts: Abraham talking with God, being willing to sacrifice his son, Moses escaping from Egypt, David killing Goliath, Samson pulling down the temple, Jesus as the son of God in some strange genetic sense, Jesus walking on water, turning water into wine, coming back to life and the rest of it, or the prophet and poet Mohammad passively transcribing the word of God spoken into his ear.  These are also myths, not historical happenings. But Western religion has ridden the literal reading of its scriptures from the start, no matter how many of its best thinkers have objected vigorously. 

          The God of the Bible was given human-like attributes because it was seen as a Being - a male being who once walked in the garden with Adam.  It could be pictured, as Michaelangelo did.  Biblical scholars have shown that the God of the bible was modeled on a tribal chief, and that the covenant between God and his people was modeled on ancient Hittite suzerainty treaties.  This is why “he” gives orders, commandments, sets behavioral boundaries, promises to protect those who serve “him” and punish outsiders and the disobedient.

          Of course this god was made up by creative people, just as Krishna, Ganesh, Kali and the rest were.  All these questions rose to the surface with the Enlightenment.  And once you start asking these questions, they lead far beyond the reach of that religion, or any religion.  American Unitarianism was born and grew to adolescence fed by these questions.

          The man called the Father of Liberal Theology, a German theologian named Friedrich Schleiermacher, was a child of the Enlightenment, and argued in a 1799 book still in print today that religion was a human invention, in pursuit of the human yearning to grow to our fullest size.  This move brought both religion and God down to earth, where they have stayed ever since.

          All liberal theologians following Schleiermacher have been influenced by him, including Theodore Parker and Ralph Waldo Emerson.  American Unitarianism began by removing the notion of supernatural divinity from the man Jesus, and speaking of God in such ways that words like Nature or Reason could often be substituted without loss, as Enlightenment thinkers (like Thomas Jefferson) did. 

          Why was this a Trojan Horse?  Because when we see that the word “God” is about our own best guesses, not the description of a supernatural Fellow’s mandates, then the real authority for all of our religious pronouncements is revealed to be ourselves.  It is like the scene in “The Wizard of Oz” where the little dog Toto pulls back the curtain revealing the Wizard to be nothing but an illusion created by the little man behind the screen. This is what the Enlightenment did to the best religious thinkers to follow it.  So we can doubt or shrug off God, or anything about God, because what we are confronting is only the imaginations and assertions or concepts of other people.  “God-talk” became an idiom of expression, a way of talking, about enduring questions rather than talk about a fellow called God, and the questions were primary, not the linguistic idiom.  This revolution was built into the American Unitarian movement from the beginning, though its implications took a century or so to become evident.

          But something else was going on in the 19th century that also gave liberal religion - perhaps especially the religion of the Unitarians - its special boldness, its genius, and its Trojan Horse quality.  This was the rise of the natural sciences, which just exploded during the first 2/3 of that century.  They shattered the worldview within which the God of Western religion had its only coherent home, and established the modern worldview within which the Unitarian spirit had its home. 

          It’s worth understanding how dramatically that earlier worldview changed, and how the Unitarians were wedded to the emerging picture of the world rather than the traditional one.

          It may be hard to believe how much our picture of the world has changed since our country was founded, but in 1785, when the bone of some large animal was dug up in Virginia, Thomas Jefferson wanted Lewis and Clark to find that animal on their westward trip.  Because “Such is the economy of Nature,” said Jefferson, “that no instance can be found of her ever letting one of her species become extinct.”  Thomas Jefferson said that!  By 1803, the Frenchman Cuvier had assembled the skeletons of 23 extinct species, which toured Europe and this country.  The earth was thousands of times older than the Bible said.  This culture’s primary Sacred Text was wrong, on many points. 

          I remember reading one quite poignant story about how the fact of extinct species struck one minister in the early 19th century.  Another skeleton had been unearthed from an obviously extinct species.  This minister looked down into the hole and said “… But why would God see fit to destroy what he once saw fit to create?”  And you can almost imagine the next question that must have occurred to him:  “And if them, why not us?”  If God wasn’t in charge and wasn’t watching over us, why should we care what “the word of God” said?

          Religion came to a fork in the road in the early part of the 19th century.  Believers could either hold to their received faith and find a way to deny or bracket the emerging sciences, or they could side with the emerging worldview, and be willing to amend or even lose their received faith.  The majority chose faith over science, and many still struggle with this.  But the Unitarians and other liberals - and I think this was their genius - sided instead with the new sciences.  What they were saying was that we understand ourselves and our world through these emerging sciences, so we must stand there.  And then it is the job of religion to revisit its traditions and messages, to see if they still have anything relevant to offer to us.  Or more accurately, it is our job to find other ways to read the teachings of religion that can make sense.  And then religion is only useful if we can be persuaded that it has as much coherent wisdom as our favorite psychologies, philosophies, poems and sciences.

          Taking this path allowed the 19th century Unitarians and other religious liberals to gain a kind of intellectual integrity denied to those who must protect the tenets of their faith from the scalpels and blunt jackhammers of critical sciences and philosophies.  It is my favorite aspect of that path, and why I can still identify myself as a Unitarian, though not as a Unitarian Universalist.

          But it came at a price.  Declaring all traditional religious teachings as human teachings open to our critiques removed them from the realm of the sacred.  In fact, the whole category of “the sacred” itself was redefined as our own best thoughts, or our own best interpretations of ancient myths and stories.  Notice that there is no necessary God in this picture.  

          However, though the sciences might be correct, they weren’t comforting, and most people then and now want comfort more than they want clarity.  So it was still assumed, and preached, that the old God loved us, and affirmed our basic worth.  But God had ceased to be a Being, and had become a concept, an idea.  This was the real revolution of liberal religion: the transformation of God from a Being to a concept.  And concepts don’t see, hear, care, plan or love.  So when liberal preachers of 1850, or 1950, or 2006, say that of course there’s no Guy in the Sky, no Fellow, no Critter, but nevertheless it is true that God loves us, that’s wanting the smile without the Cat.  And without the Cat, there is no smile.  Even the best seminaries and divinity schools, in my experience, still haven’t come to terms with this in any candid way, and are still trying to save face for the old language-game.  But some 19th century Christian thinkers saw this very early on. 

          In 1841, a man named Ludwig Feuerbach wrote another book that is still in print, still read at better seminaries and divinity schools.  The book was called The Essence of Christianity, and that essence, he said, was projection.  We took all of our own most admired traits, and projected them outward on the gods we had created as their temporary vehicles.  Then we spent years on our knees, begging for the return from these gods we had created of enough worth and dignity to let us live with hope.  So four decades after Schleiermacher, one man who had been influenced by him defined religion, not as the way we come to our human fullness, but as the bad force that separates us from ourselves.  And what we needed, he said, was to translate the teachings of religion into anthropology, into the study and understanding of humans.  The next 150 years would see liberal culture and religion going exactly there. 

          Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau left Christianity and Western theism behind almost completely.  The religious scripture that made them glassy-eyed wasn’t the Bible, but the Hindu Bhagavad Gita.  And by the late 19th century, Unitarians and other liberals had moved not only God but also heaven down to earth, deciding that they could figure out how to build the kingdom of heaven right here, since there was no longer anywhere “up there” to imagine “going” after we died.  This was the birth of the social gospel movement, which is still at the center of our “social justice” dreams. 

          There were powerful critiques of this naïve arrogance, but liberals seemed to ignore them, then and now.  After World War I, for instance, the theologian Karl Barth said something was wrong with this liberal notion that every day in every way we’re moving onward and upward in a never-ending spiral of Progress.  This great, enlightened race, he noted, had just produced the worst war in human history.  The truth, he said, is that we do not know how to create the ideal world.  Removing the sense of transcendence from God and religion left us to our own uninspired means, and we couldn’t do it.  We can shrug off gods, but can’t become gods.

          This critique started the movement back to neo-orthodoxy, kind of a last-ditch attempt to save face for the old transcendent God.  But it couldn’t last because in the modern world there was no soil in which such a Being could exist.  The symbolic word “God” could only exist in our imaginations, not in or above our world.  And this changed everything.  This still hasn’t really sunk in, in our thinking and speaking about religions and enduring human questions and yearnings - much as we still speak of the sun’s “rising” each morning, centuries after we realized that the earth’s spinning and revolving account for the illusion that the sun is rising. 

          In the 20th century, liberal religion seemed to divide into liberal politics, and psychology.  The century’s greatest Protestant theologian, Paul Tillich, translated theology into depth psychology - much as Ludwig Feuerbach had dreamed of back in 1841.  Rather than the overloaded word God, Tillich spoke of our “ultimate concerns,” and said - much as Schleiermacher had - that these became for us our God.  This made intuitive sense to many people.  But once you can say this, you no longer need God-language at all, because you have found another way of saying it that doesn’t involve splitting your mind into mythic and modern halves.  We were playing games with language when we used the word “God” in the modern world, but the games no longer required any sort of God at all.

          That was the deconstruction that lived inside the Trojan Horse of 19th century liberal religious thought. 

          One final vision of the language game I’m trying to identify comes from the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein:

          Imagine this game - I call it “tennis without a ball”: The players move around on a tennis court just as in tennis, and they even have rackets, but no ball. Each one reacts to his partner’s stroke as if, or more or less as if, a ball had caused his reaction. (Maneuvers.) The umpire, who must have an “eye” for the game, decides in questionable cases whether a ball has gone into the net, etc., etc. This game is obviously quite similar to tennis and yet, on the other hand, it is fundamentally different.” - For there is no “ball.” 

          Theology without a “theos” (god) is a lot like tennis without a ball. The talk is similar, the ecclesiastical moves are similar, there are still enough conflicting certainties to go to war over, and the costumes stay the same. And yet, on the other hand, it is a fundamentally different game! When gods die, we need a healthy suspicion of the people dressing up in their clothes; it’s like the difference between Elvis and Elvis impersonators, without the music.

          By mid-20th century, both Unitarian Christianity and Christian Universalism had mostly exhausted their spirits. In 1961, most of America’s scattered little groups of Unitarians and Universalists didn’t want to (and didn’t) worship together. Where they did come together, and saw one another often, was in the important secular activity of political action during the middle part of the 20th century. 

          When the two moribund denominations merged in 1961 some of the most important aspects of that merger were either not seen, or were ignored:

          1. Neither Unitarianism nor Universalism was by then a vibrant or even viable religion.

          2. What was significant about them was not theological, but political. Both had merged, to differing degrees, with the general assumptions of America’s cultural liberals: the well-educated people who voted for liberal social policies and could be counted on to support most individual-rights causes.

          There were good reasons why no one noticed that religious beliefs were no longer the center of this new merger. One of those reasons was that by 1961, American religious liberals in general were losing their voice and their attachment to the traditional theological assumptions of Christianity. The word “liberal” meant political rather than religious liberals, and cultural liberals were bored with the supernatural baggage of Christianity, as they had been for over 200 years. 

          But another reason religion wasn’t missed in the UUA was that, in the 1950s and 1960s, the spirit of liberal religion couldn’t compare in relevance, excitement or moral clarity with the spirit of liberal politics. For good reasons, the “salvation story” of America’s religious liberals became the salvation story of political liberalism. It was a very distinctive story, with a dark side still seldom acknowledged.

          The best example of this story was probably the civil rights movement of the 1950s. After Rosa Parks wouldn’t give up her seat on the bus, many white liberals followed outraged black leaders into the civil rights movement. While the movement was mostly organized and led by black people, it’s fair to say that it would not have succeeded without the support of liberal whites. They rightfully felt virtuous for their good efforts, and a new salvation story took shape. The role of liberals would be to speak up for victim groups, to accept the gratitude of their chosen victim groups, and to feel virtuous for their efforts.

          So what liberals did have - and in the 60s and 70s it seemed exciting and sufficient - was a political ideology. The 60s and 70s were heady times for political liberalism in America. Individual rights movements were in full bloom, and liberal Methodists, Unitarians, Presbyterians, Baptists, Catholics, Episcopalians, atheists, feminists, gay rights activists and civil rights activists thrilled to the feeling that we were remaking America in the image of our shared liberal ideology. 

          Liberal politics replaced religion as the shared center of Unitarians and Universalists in the mid-20th century, and remains their shared center today. If this is seldom mentioned, it may be because it’s just too obvious. I don’t know what percentage of adult members of UU churches are registered Democrats or Green Party, but nationally it must be ten to fifty times the number of registered Republicans.  This political story has its own kind of “salvation story,” though I think not one that works any more. 

          I want to describe the salvation story of American secular political liberalism and official “UUism” as I have observed it for the past twenty-five or thirty years. See if it doesn’t sound familiar.

          The salvation story of leftist American politics has five parts:

          1. Liberals select a few token groups among the many possible: blacks, women, gays and lesbians, etc. (In Marxist terms, these are our token proletariat groups.)

          2. They define these groups as “victims” (rather than, say, survivors or warriors).

          3. In return, they give special attention to these token “victims” within their small circles of influence.

          4. The “victims” are presumed to feel grateful for this …

          5. … and the liberals feel virtuous.

          This remains the salvation story of political liberalism - and ideologically-driven “anti-oppression” schemes, which remain willfully unaware of the self-serving oppression of their own schemes. 

          This salvation story worked pretty well in the 1950s. But the individual rights movements of the 60s and 70s began to seek identities as survivors and warriors rather than victims, and they neither wanted nor allowed white liberals to define them as victims or speak for them. 

          This began with the emergence of powerful and articulate spokesmen in the civil rights and Black power movements. It continued with the women’s movement, which began and remained in the voices of a handful of charismatic and articulate women. Religious liberals were welcome to follow, but they were not leading, and could get slapped upside the head for defining these warriors as victims. (For those familiar with Greek mythology, the patron goddess of the American women’s movement was Artemis. I can’t imagine anyone defining Artemis as a victim and living to tell the tale!)

          Without a group of people to define as victims and speak for, the salvation story of political liberalism and “UUism” is bankrupt. This wasn’t just a problem of “UUs,” but of all cultural liberals.  

          What happened next was kind of amazing, in a Vaudevillian way.  Liberals either needed a new salvation story - which is a lot of hard work - or another clever way to try and extend the usable life of this one.  They chose the easier path, and began inventing new victim groups, whose permission they didn’t need to speak up for them.  This was part of the genesis of the Political Correctness movement, which at times seemed to have a victim-du-jour for whom they felt called to speak, still feeling virtuous.  You’ve seen signs of this in the UUA, as well, where it has long seemed like we’ve become like ambulance-chasers, looking for the liberal cause with the highest media coverage, so we can rush to climb on its bandwagon for a few days. 

          The worst of this slide into the self-righteous Political Correctness movement came when some liberals began claiming special attention as victims themselves. We are not served well by acting weak, and we discredit our proud intellectual, liberal and Unitarian heritage with that whiny move.  With this move from feeling “saved” by speaking for token victims, finally to speaking as victims, the deconstruction of our little branch of the Western religious story was complete.  We had gone from being children of a transcendent God to the unwept victims of an indifferent world. 

          I see this two-century history of Western religious liberalism as a kind of downward spiral that began in the Enlightenment.  That’s a broad claim, and it may or may not seem too sweeping to you.  Here’s what I mean by it.  The Enlightenment and the Romantic eras both brought God and religion down to earth.  The concept of God, which we could no longer coherently imagine to be a Fellow, a Being, was unmasked as the projection of our own ultimate concerns.  In the late 19th century, liberals decided that they could figure out how to create the kingdom of heaven here on earth, and accepted these fantasies of creating the ideal society here on earth in place of hoping for a heaven in a place above the sky that no longer existed.  Some liberals lost confidence in this fantasy after World War I, but regained it in the 1950s and 1960s with the civil rights and women’s movements.  But we began losing it again in the 1970s, as it became clear that we had no real influence, money or respect in society, and didn’t have the power to change much, even if we knew how we thought it should be changed.  By now, we have become even less powerful and more marginal. 

          Perhaps, if the ideals of 70s liberalism ever regained political and social power, UU churches would grow.  But it isn’t likely.  It’s more likely that that ideology is dead or dying, as we will also be if we can’t find a different center: a religious or spiritual center.

And so: where do we go from here?

          This has answers - very different answers - at three levels. 

          First, we can consider the largest, broadest context, and ask “Where do we go from here as the UUA, as a small international religious movement?”  Second, we can ask, more locally, “Where do we go from here as our local church?”  And third, we can ask, “Where do we go from here as individual seekers in the liberal religious traditions?”  I’ll give very brief suggestions to answers at each of these levels.

A.          Where do we go from here as the UUA, as a small international religious movement?

          One answer must be, “perhaps nowhere.”  Everything seems to point to a commitment to denial and a contentment with just dwindling away, not with a bang but a whimper.  It’s a very real possibility. 

          Especially on the scale of “the movement,” I think the signs point to a movement without much possibility of changing its direction.  For one thing, we don’t have the possibility of educating our ministers differently, even if we knew how to.  Retired UU minister Jack Mendelson has set up a new, depressing, website called “UU Ministers at Large” (www.uumal.org), cited earlier, suggesting that those preparing for the UU ministry should find another way of making a living, so they can offer “ministerial” services to UU church at little or no cost.  This isn’t a solution; it’s an autopsy. We have only two “UU” seminaries, Meadville/Lombard Theological School in Chicago, and the Starr King School for the Ministry in Berkeley.  While these schools have always been seen as having very different cultures, they are the only two we have that are grounded in the basic liberal culture of UU churches.  And confidential talks are going on with the aim of finding a way to combine the two seminaries into just one, since we can no longer afford to maintain two separate schools.  I can’t imagine what form of beast could result from the mating of Meadville and Starr King, and don’t look forward to it. 

          Right now, those preparing for UU ministry are doing so through seventy-five different institutions, meaning that virtually all of our ministers will be educated in Christian seminaries, learning texts, symbols, metaphors and vocabularies that must look backward in time rather than ahead to a post-Christian, wildly pluralistic world.  This doesn’t look promising.  Without having educational institutions that actually educate our ministers, we have no means of teaching a unique perspective, even if we could articulate one.  I don’t see any way past this damning difficulty.  How long do you think Roman Catholicism would last if 90% of their priests were educated in Methodist seminaries? 

          Another bleak prospect is overcoming the powerful culture of narcissism that is probably too deeply embedded in the UU culture to be dislodged.  One measure of this is the longstanding habit of wanting to claim notable Americans that once, we insist, belonged to our club - the t-shirts we’ve all seen with a fair number of famous or pseudo-famous people who were, we think, either Unitarians or Universalists.  Besides the fact that many names just don’t belong on the list, why on earth should we care whether they belonged to our club?  Isn’t the point of a living religion, instead, to seek wisdom that helps us live more wisely and well?  And if so, why would the search be limited to club members?  Why not, instead, a list with names like The Upanishads, The Buddha, Lao Tzu, Confucius, Amos, Jesus, and other great sages and prophets from the world’s best religious and philosophical traditions?  What is to be gained from waving about the names of a few well-known and (more often) barely-known dead people?  Is there anything to this beyond the desperation of a completely marginalized, impotent and moribund movement trying to whimper, “Yes, we may be irrelevant, but once there people who actually amounted to something, who were (mostly tangentially, or barely) connected to earlier versions of the movements from which we’re trying to squeeze the last drops of a viable identity”?  I don’t think this is overstated. 

          Our ministerial education isn’t grounded in the worldwide wisdom traditions, and I’m not sure there are any academic curricula equipped to teach that tradition, or produce PhD’s capable of teaching it. 

          And why on earth do we insist on trying to peg the wisdom we do cite to the handful of dead people who were once, we think, either Unitarians or Universalists?  What is there to this beyond the same desperate narcissism?  But how, and where, could we teach anything different, even if we wanted to, when virtually all of our future ministers will learn their understanding of “religion” from 70-odd Christian seminaries?

          For these reasons and more, I think one serious answer to “Where do we go from here as the UUA, as a small international religious movement?” is simply, “Nowhere.  From here, we just continue to dissipate into the ether of a fading nostalgia for the secular and political liberalism of the 1960s and 1970s.”

B.          Where do we go from here as our local church?

          I’ve heard from some Alban Institute seminars that, as money gets tighter, the most vulnerable churches are the mid-sized churches.  Large churches usually have big enough budgets, not only to weather storms, but also to hire the necessary help (as staff or consultants) to react pro-actively.  Small churches that exist as “family” churches can have the “familial” cohesion to stick together, with or without a full-time minister.  But mid-sizes churches moving into the “Program Church” style no longer have the simpler “single-family” cohesion, and lack the budget of larger churches. 

          Another answer at the “church demographics” level is that white-haired congregations are visibly grounded in the past, as churches with younger hair colors are more likely to be invested in the future.  There is much talk within the UUA of a “commitment to growth,” and all seem to mean by this a desire to attract more younger people.  But younger church cultures are very different, and I doubt that most (not all) “older” congregations would welcome or accept the changes that younger members bring when they take over church leadership.  Young people have different priorities than older people: spiritually, socially, and economically. 

          Here, we’ve learned some things in Austin that might be useful to others.  In 2001, we began a three-year experiment with a Sunday evening worship service designed by, and to attract, 30-somethings, called Sunday Night Live!  While we had the same sermon and prayer as the two morning services, nothing else was the same.  The services brought in local bands, had much clapping, a lot more noise in general, and had 30-somethings taking far more active roles as Lay Leaders.  The preacher was only on stage during the prayer and sermon: the 30-somethings ran the rest.  These were wonderful services, and I’ll always treasure the time of working with our 30-somethings.  We ultimately cancelled the service - still to the deep sadness and regret of some of our members - because attendance, which had risen to around 60-75, had dropped to under 30.  What was really happening, we learned, was that younger people may have come because of SNL, but if they stayed, they transferred to the morning services, because they wanted a more traditional service - and religious education, which was not offered in the evening. 

          I had hoped to attract younger people into the church, and into its leadership, and that happened.  I’d estimate that about three-quarters of our new members are under 40, including our outgoing board president.  The “rules” we established as changes in the church culture, which I think were needed, included the understanding that “Everyone has permission to fail, so we might as well try interesting ideas,” and “The fact that something has not been done here before is one of the strongest arguments for trying it now.”

          As the younger members begin to articulate what the church now “is,” I’ve found that some (not all) older members no longer feel that the church is meeting their needs.  I think it’s fair to say that a church structured for the future will be more comfortable for people in their 30s and 40s than it will be for people in their 60s to 80s - and I can think of some older Unitarian churches that would not welcome this. 

          And a third kind of real-world answer to where individual churches will go from here depends on their minister, the culture of the congregation, and the match in chemistry and style between minister and congregation.  Healthy matches can survive, regardless of their theology or, probably, their size. 

C.          Where do we go from here as individual seekers in the liberal religious traditions?

          Here, the picture can be as intelligent, informed and optimistic as the individual seekers are.  The UUA, like most liberal religious denominations, moved from a religious to a political center during the 1960s, and that seems unlikely to provide much depth or future for either individuals or churches.  But individuals can shift their centers far more easily than churches or denominations can.  So here, the answer can be powerfully optimistic.

          The search for a religious center doesn’t have to start from scratch. Even a cursory study of the world’s great traditions shows us that religion does have an enduring subject matter. Its insights measure the quality of our lives and our worlds, for better and worse, whether we “believe in them” or not. Most of these truths do not seem to have changed much in recorded history. They seem to be species-specific traits and norms that most peoples of most times have recognized as inviolable, and which we also recognize as inviolable - though we seldom articulate these facts:

*    The Way we seek is older than the gods, as Lao-tzu said.

*    We want to learn how to relish the transient pleasures of life without becoming limited and defined by them, and how to nurture our life-giving circles of friends - as the Epicureans taught.

*    We know that neither we nor any supernatural agencies can control what life brings our way, so we should learn how to control our responses to life - as the Stoics taught.

*    Most of us believe in “salvation through understanding,” as the Buddhists have taught.

*    We need to be reminded - in the Roman Seneca’s magnificent phrase - that we are all limbs on the body of humanity, and we must learn to act accordingly.

*    We know, but want to be reminded, that if only we could treat all others as our equals, our brothers and sisters, as “children of God,” that we could transform this world into a paradise - as Jesus taught in his concept of the “kingdom of God.”

          And world religions all think it’s hard - that there are hard demands, and that few are ever willing to do the work:

          • Islam teaches the path as the razor edge of a sword stretched across an abyss. 

          • Jesus talked about the narrow way that few entered.

          • Hinduism also speaks of the path as razor-edged, and has so many stories about how many lives you’d have to live, in order to get it right.

          • Buddhists teach how hard it is just to wake up, to outgrow the comforting illusions of “our kind of people.”  It’s at least as hard today, especially when the illusions of our kind of people provide the only clear “home” for most in liberal camps. 

          • And for Jews, the notion of being God’s “chosen people” meant God demanded more of them than others, not that they were special. 

          All the enduring religions of the world have been clear that the treasures of honest religion must be earned, and make the highest demands on us. That’s how those traditions raise our sights to see and hear what Lincoln called “the better angels of our nature.”

Salvation by Character

          Another answer to “where do we go from here?” comes from revisiting the definition of religion and salvation we began with: the search for a healthy kind of wholeness, to become a blessing to a world not made in our image.  And from the start, the salvation story of liberal religions has been the story of salvation by character.  We are trying to become better people, partners, parents and citizens, and believe that doing so will make life more worth living, for ourselves and those we love.  We are trying to get reconnected with a healthy kind of wholeness.  The simple gift of liberal religion is salvation by character; it is personal authenticity, the kind of authenticity that rejuvenates the world. 

          You can’t get that second-hand. You can’t get it by joining a club, a denomination or a church, or putting fish named “Jesus” or “Darwin” on your car trunk. You only get it by doing the self-examination and the personal work. The gifts of all the world’s liberal religions are free, but they aren’t cheap. They can cost us our artificially small identities, and the comfort that comes with them. 

          The qualities of character that we admire in ourselves and others aren’t a secret. We all know them. If you doubt it, think back on all the memorial services you have seen or done, and remember what we say in our eulogies, when we look for good and true things to say about someone who has died. We know exactly what has and does not have lasting worth. When we are trying to speak well of our dead, we don’t speak of their power, sexual prowess, popularity, political correctness or wealth.

          When we speak about character, we value the same things humans in all times and places have cared about: honesty, integrity, responsibility, authenticity, moral courage. We love good wit, spurn malicious intellects. We admire generosity, hate greed. We praise selfless caring, recoil from co-dependence. Selfishness and narcissism may be acknowledged in a eulogy because we know we must not lie, but they are acknowledged as faults, not gifts. We never approve of those who side with the stronger against the weaker, or who use others as “things” to serve their own personal hungers or ideological agendas. We don’t regard anyone very highly who has no sense of owing something back to life.

          And all of these traits point back to the one kind of salvation that noble people in all times and places have admired and eulogized: salvation by character. Not “self- esteem” or empty pride, but developing the kind of character of which we rightly can be proud. Not “feeling good” but the far harder and longer task of being good people.

          We have never looked back with pride on religious liberals who didn’t go forward into new and uncharted territory during a crisis of religious expression. We admire Channing, Parker and Emerson because they took new paths. We don’t remember the names of the vast majority of Unitarians or Universalists who stuck with “the old ways,” or got lost in their era’s religious fads.  Those in the future will look back to assess us in the same way. 

          I consulted with some colleagues in preparing these notes, but didn’t get many promising visions from them.  However, I did get a comment from the Rev. David Bumbaugh, who is Professor of Ministry at Meadville Lombard Theological School in Chicago, that is worth sharing:

       “I believe we are confronted by three essential and inescapable questions:  What do we profess?  In whose behalf do we act?  To whom or to what are we responsible?   The first question requires that I continually seek to be as clear as I can be about the fundamental convictions that drive my actions and not settle for platitudes–either traditional responses or the seven principles.  The second question drives me to broaden the scope of my concerns beyond the horizons of my comfort zone to include the lost, the marginalized, those who are least like me.  If ministry is to be anything more than chaplaincy to those who can afford me, the answer to the second question - ‘In whose behalf do we act?’ - must continually expand.” 

          David’s third question is the theological question, of what we are serving that transcends our own wishes, our own kind of people, our own time and place, and how we are to speak of it.  Two hundred years ago, the reflexive answer would have been, “Well, religion is about God, of course!”  But the world has changed.  Now we are charged with trying to serve the spirit of liberal religion by once more looking not to the past but to the future, and offering a structure or style of religion that can build bridges rather than walls, in a society where nearly 80% should be considered unchurched, and where few liberals - regardless of misleading polls and pundits - can make much sense of, or have much use for, the old deity of Western religions.  Whether they are nominally Buddhist, Taoist, vaguely philosophical, or profoundly secular, they need preachers and communities that take seriously our search for that reconnection to a healthy kind of wholeness that might reconstitute the world of our spirits, our minds, and our politics. 

          It seems clear to me that such a religious message for a pluralistic future can only be done in ordinary language rather than the jargon of this or that religion.  As Joseph Campbell said over a half century ago, propaganda for any individual religion is now not only not helpful, but is a menace.  We need to know what it is we actually think we’re talking about when we step into the pulpit, and say it in plain talk rather than hiding behind slippery spiritualisms we wave about like the Catholic Church’s censer, spreading no light but only smoke. 

          But the argument for why religion must be done in ordinary language is another argument, for another time.  In fact, every topic I’ve skimmed here could open out into whole other talks for other times. 

          The trap set for a speaker by inviting him to speak on where we go from here is the lure of providing stronger answers than the evidence permits, playing to what our audience might wish to hear, whether there’s anything workable in it or not.  That temptation, at least, I’ve managed to resist.

          I’ve tried to sketch some broad but hopefully useful patterns about where we came from, where we are and how we got here, because I think we need to see that we are in the twilight of honest and integrated liberal options within any of the Western religious traditions.  And at twilight, it will do no good to wish for the return of yesterday.  We must try to anticipate the next sunrise, which we cannot yet see, though we may hope to evoke or allude to it.  We stand on the shoulders of some visionary and courageous people in the long history of liberal religion.  In their time, when it was their turn, they looked farther ahead than others wanted to look, and helped build bridges to new worldviews that others did not want to enter.  We admire and thank them for their vision and their sometimes lonely courage.

          Now it’s our turn. As religious liberals enter the twenty-first century, we need to spend less time worshiping history and more time making it.

Denial is Not a River in Egypt

Sunday, April 23rd, 2006

PRAYER:

     Help us to love what we cannot understand.  Help us stretch the largeness of our hearts to make up for the smallness of our comprehension.

     Too often and too eagerly, we restrict our acceptance to the narrow limits of what we can understand, touching only small parts of the bigger world around us.  Too often and too eagerly, we also restrict our love to our kind of people, touching only a tiny sliver of the need around us.

     When the narrowness of our certainty stifles the certainty of our need for one another, we need help.  We need help toward a greater understanding, but even more, we need help toward acting out of a larger heart.

     And the good news is that where our heart can lead, our mind can learn to follow.

     Let us seek the help we need, within and around us, to let our hearts learn to lead.  For even more than the world needs understanding, it needs compassion.

     Amen.

SERMON:     Denial is Not a River in Egypt

     I’m trying to do some very ambitious things with you this morning, so I need you to work with me.  I thought that in the next thirty minutes, we might cover the nature of all human knowledge, religious and scientific certainty and denial, discrimination and bigotry, the degradation of the environment, and the nature of the kingdom of God.  I’ve tried to cut this down from its original length of nine years.

     As far-fetched as that sounds, those really are some of the themes that can be woven together here.  So I’m talking about very broad patterns that I see, and think I can get you to see. 

     Here’s what I think we want in life.  We want to believe we know and live out of truth rather than self-deceptions, that we stand foursquare behind justice, goodness and love, and that we, our beliefs and our actions help - in our small way - to make this a better world.

     We do it by knowing what’s true and good, and trying our best to serve what is true and good.

     However, built in to the very way we are built, and the very way we try to serve truth and goodness, are all of the ignorance, bigotry, discrimination, indifference to the political, social, military and environmental situations, nearly all the evil in the world - as well as all of the good - and the enduring enemy of the Kingdom of God.  On the face of it, this doesn’t sound encouraging.

     Here’s how it works; see if you agree.  I’ll start kind of abstractly, then bring it down to earth. 

     When we find the truth, in any area, then we become certain.  We want, we need, to feel certain about these things.  And our attitude of certainty is like a kind of spirit or feeling that guides both our thoughts and actions.  I don’t mean just narcissistically.  I don’t mean that we each just go into a small room, decide what we like, then lurch out and foist it onto the world.  We’re social animals, and we touch many more bases in deciding what is true and gaining our deep feeling of certainty about it all.

     When we develop our picture of the world, which defines not only what is true and false but even what counts as reasonable or sane, it is like building a big tub around us, a big wooden barrel, with a lot of staves in it.  You could think of it as a fence or as walls that define the boundaries of our world, but I have a poem later that describes it as a tub, so I want to get us imagining our world as a tub around us.  

     Think of the things involved that give you your most distinctive feelings of certainty.  Here’s the list I made for myself; see how many other staves in this tub of reality you’d add.  We get our picture of our world from:

     Role models and charismatic figures.  We’ve all had a few wonderfully life-giving people in our lives, and if you’re like me, you sometimes find yourself guided by what actions you think they would advise.

     People we love and admire draw us toward their ideals and beliefs.  We want to feel like we’re in their community, and their beliefs have a greater pull on us than the beliefs of people we didn’t really admire.

     Parents and family shape the world into which we’re born, and which we take to be normative when we’re growing up - and sometimes for our whole lives.  So they influence our picture of ourselves and our world - for better or for worse.

     Clergy - also for better or worse - help give us our understanding of who we are and how we should live, or what sorts of “gods” we will feel beholden to. 

     Respected teachers and elders help shape our world.  Some years back, I was talking about this in a sermon, and mentioned one of the really magical teachers I had long ago - a 9th grade English teacher named Mrs. Williamson, and talked a little about what a powerful and affirming presence her memory still was.  After the sermon - which I delivered in St. Paul, Minnesota - a woman about my age came up to me and said “Did you go to May Goodrell Jr. High in Des Moines?”  She was sure - and she was right - that there could only have been one such Mrs. Williamson, who she’d had a year or two after I did.  The best teachers not only inform us; they also help form us.

     Friends: we usually feel odd if our beliefs put us outside the circle of the people we like and admire, and will tend to stay near beliefs that leave us within a community we value.

     Education forms us: not only what we learned, but also where and how we learned it.  Those who learned civics during World War II probably got a very different picture of it than those who learned it during the Vietnam War. 

     Religious scriptures and guiding stories - even novels, movies and television stories - shape our expectations more than most of us want to realize.  That can be a fairly scary thought. 

     And logic.  We all have a sense of how our beliefs relate, and for most of us there needs to be some kind of logic connecting the things we believe.  We need to feel that what we take to be true is really connected with the way the world really is.

     You may think of other staves in the tub that defines your world of truth and certainty, but I suspect it would contain at least these?  And when a new idea presents itself, see if you don’t find yourself almost unconsciously doing a mental checklist to see if the people you most admire would respect this new idea, if you can see a compelling logic in it, if it fits with the other things of which you’re quite certain, and so on. In a way, we try to test each new idea against our community and our world to see if it should be admitted, because each truth we hold forms a part of the tub within which we live.

     This idea of a tub isn’t meant to imply that we couldn’t leave it or think thoughts that didn’t fit in it, but why would we want to?  There are a lot of crazy ideas out there, after all, and we try to keep our beliefs coherent enough that they have some family resemblances with the people and ideas that ground our notion of reality.  You could think of our tub as a form of life, as some philosophers call it (from Ludwig Wittgenstein), or a form of living: the way we and our people have chosen to shape and edit what we include in our world and our awareness.  But the point is that the picture of the world we live in - our tub - is always much smaller than the real world is. 

     Now if all this is too abstract, you can also think of this as the Davy Crockett School of Certainty and Action.  In Texas, we know of Davy Crockett as one of the heroes at the Alamo, and don’t much think of him as a philosopher.  But he had a very simple motto that applies to nearly all of us.  Davy Crockett’s famous motto was “Just be sure you’re right, then go ahead.”  You’re right, and you have that necessary feeling of certainty about it.  And when you’re sure you’re right, you know it’s safe to go ahead.

     Two areas where you could expect to find the most compelling sense of certainty might be among religious mystics and scientists.  Mystics, because once they are certain that they are in touch or in tune with God, almost nothing can shake them.  And scientists, because they have to ground their beliefs in empirical data and check them with the whole host of other scientists within their discipline.  This includes checking the inherent logic of a new idea, whether it fits with what they are already certain about, whether the most admired scientists would be likely to agree, and so on.

     This can mean that some bright young scientist may come along with a new idea that simply can’t pass the test, and they get their feelings hurt when their brilliant idea is rejected or even laughed at.  But honest science isn’t about bending the truth to fit someone’s feelings.  It’s about seeking facts and coherent, persuasive logic that fits the way the real world is put together.

     One of my favorite stories from science is this kind of a story, involving one of the most famous scientists in the world, and a bright, assertive young man who tried to get an idea past him that couldn’t pass muster.  It’s a story that contains most of what I’m trying to talk about this morning. 

     It happened back in 1935, in the field of theoretical astrophysics, and involved Sir Arthur Eddington, one of the greatest mathematical minds in history.  Eddington, at 52, was generally acknowledged as the world’s finest astronomer, and his book on the structure of stars was the classic in its field.  The other character in the story was a very bright 24-year-old student from India named Chandrasekhar, or Chandra.  He had been studying the structure of stars for only a few years, since he won Eddington’s book as a prize in a school physics contest - so you get a feel for the great distance between their levels of accomplishment in astronomy.  But the young man was not shy, and had been discussing a radical new theory of his with Eddington for several months by mail.  Eddington finally invited him to London, to present his paper before the prestigious Royal Astronomical Society at Cambridge.  Eddington even told Chandra that he had used his influence to get extra time so the young man could present his work properly.

     The day before the presentation, when a copy of the printed program was released, Chandra discovered that Eddington had placed himself on the program, following Chandra, and speaking on the same subject.

     Chandra’s paper dealt with a fundamental question:  What happens after a star has burned up all of its fuel?  According to the prevailing theory of the day, the cooling star would collapse into a dense ball called a white dwarf.  A star with the mass of the sun, for instance, would shrink to the size of the earth, at which point it would reach equilibrium.  Chandrasekhar concluded, however, that the enormous gravitational forces at work in a large star (any star more than 1.4 times as massive as our sun) would cause the star to go on collapsing beyond the white dwarf stage.  The star would simply keep getting smaller and smaller and denser and denser until… well, that was an interesting question, and Chandrasekhar delicately avoided it.

     Then it was Eddington’s turn.

     The point of his paper was that Chandra’s ideas had simply been absurd, and he proceeded to tear apart Chandrasekhar’s paper.  The speech was frequently interrupted by laughter from the other scientists.  Eddington couldn’t quarrel with Chandrasekhar’s logic or calculations.  But he claimed that the whole theory had to be wrong simply because it led to an inevitable and outlandish conclusion.  And one measure of Eddington’s brilliance was that he could see the logical implications of the paper better than Chandra could:  “The star,” he said, “has to go on radiating and radiating and contracting and contracting until, I suppose, it gets down to a few kilometers radius, when gravity becomes strong enough to hold in even the radiation, and the star can at last find peace.”  And no such object could possibly exist, said Eddington.  A logical reduction to absurdity, he called it.  And he added, in one of my favorite statements in the history of science, “I think there should be a law of nature to prevent a star from behaving in this absurd way.” 

     Do you see what Sir Arthur Eddington had done?  He tested the new theory against a whole line of staves in his tub, against all he knew to be true, the logic demanded in science as he understood it, the style of reasoning that was necessary, even the reactions of a room full of some of the most distinguished scientists in the world, who joined him in raucously laughing down this odd new idea. 

     But that’s how science, or any good search for truth, works.  It is no respecter of people’s feelings, just the facts as understood by those who have authority and are certain: the Davy Crocketts of their sciences.

     The argument with Eddington dragged on for years, ruined any chance of Chandra’s getting a tenured teaching position in England, and finally persuaded him to give up the subject altogether.  So, shortly after being hired by the University of Chicago in 1937, he put the theory in a book and stopped worrying about it, and switched his research to other and unrelated fields, where the weight of Eddington’s authority had not poisoned the well.  And he had a very distinguished career. 

     Then, in 1983, Chandrasekhar, still at the University of Chicago, was awarded the Nobel Prize in physics, for the work he had done back in 1935, 48 years earlier.  What he had discovered, that Eddington said couldn’t exist, were black holes.  The greatest mind in astronomy had been wrong, and the force of his dogmatic but incorrect opinion set back research on black holes for five decades.  He couldn’t quarrel with Chandra’s logic or calculations, remember: he opposed the results simply because, as he said, “I think there should be a law of nature to prevent a star from behaving in this absurd way.”

     Eddington, like Casey at the bat, had struck out completely - though it took nearly half a century to find out, and the Nobel Prize wasn’t awarded to Chandra until 39 years after Eddington had died; so Eddington had spent the rest of his life certain that he was right.

     The year before he won the Nobel Prize, Chandra looked back and tried to draw some conclusions from the story for an interview in the magazine Science 82.  How can scientists of Eddington’s caliber be so wrong, and in such unscientific ways? 

     “For lack of a better word,” Chandra wrote, “there seems to be a certain arrogance toward nature which people develop.  These people have had great insights and made profound discoveries.  They imagine afterwards that the fact that they succeeded so triumphantly in one area means they have a special way of looking at science which must therefore be right.  But science doesn’t permit that.  Nature has shown over and over again that the kinds of truth which underlie nature transcend the most powerful minds.

     “Take Eddington.  He was a great man.  He said that there must be a law of nature to prevent a star from becoming a black hole.  Why should he say that?  Just because he thought it was bad?  Why does he assume that he has a way of deciding what the laws of nature should be?  Similarly, this often-quoted statement of Einstein disapproving of quantum theory:  ‘God does not play dice.’  How does he know?  I think one could say that a certain modesty toward understanding nature is a precondition to the continued pursuit of science.”

     From inside a worldview or paradigm or set of biases - scientific or otherwise - we see a wall made of our certainties that gives us an island of what passes for reason and sanity in a world too big to comprehend.  That’s that small world within which we know who we are and what is most true, and I’m not sure we could live without it. 

     But from the outside, that same wall is seen as our tub of denial: denial of the fact that the world is far bigger than our little certainties.  Our tub closes the world out and shuts us up inside of our certainties.  It defines what counts as true and sane for us, and also defines how woefully inadequate our little world is.

     Here’s why I’ve wanted to think of our small worldview as a tub: because I have a poem to read you.  It was written about twenty years before Eddington’s first disastrous meeting with Chandra, and describes what happened to Eddington, and what happens to so many of us.

     It is taken from a 1916 book by Edgar Lee Masters called Spoon River Anthology.  It’s a wonderful book, though an odd one.  There is no story, no plot.  The whole book is a collection of fictional epitaphs from the fictional town of Spoon River, in which the dead speak through their epitaphs about their lives, and life in general. One of my favorites was the epitaph of Griffy the Cooper:

 “Griffy the Cooper,” from Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters (1916)
The cooper should know about tubs.
But I learned about life as well,
And you who loiter around these graves
Think you know life!
You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps,
In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub.
You cannot lift yourself to its rim
And see the outer world of things,
And at the same time see yourself.
You are submerged in the tub of yourself-
Taboos and rules and appearances,
Are the staves of your tub.
Break them and dispel the witchcraft
Of thinking your tub is life!
And that you know life!

     This is one way of understanding the human condition, the human dilemma.  We live within small pictures of a universe that is sometimes infinitely larger than we can imagine.  Still, those world pictures give us our sense of order, of home, of who we are and how we should live and how others should live.  From the inside, we call it creating order out of chaos, and the order we impose through our world pictures, our paradigms, our biases, lets us feel at home, feel certain, even feel sane.

     But from the outside, our wall of certainties looks like a wall of denial, of willful ignorance, or an unwillingness or inability to be moved enough by the vastness of it all that we can react not only with our minds, but also with our hearts.  Griffy the Cooper nailed it when he said that we can’t lift ourselves to the rim of our tub and see the outer world of things, and at the same time see ourselves and feel at home. 

     I can’t think of any field of human knowledge that isn’t built this way: science, religion, music, art, architecture - everything, I think. 

     In religion, orthodoxy is the tub, heresy is the voice from one looking over the rim of the tub, trying to make a home in a bigger world.  And the very bigness of that world is what threatens the adequacy and the comfort of the small world of orthodoxy.

     In society, our world pictures, our tubs, tell us which kind of people and behaviors are acceptable and which are wrong.  Our tub tells us what roles men and women may play, what kind of people we can and can not love, what sexes, sexual orientations or races are superior to the others, and all the rest of it.  And we’re so sure we’re right, that we’re often dangerous to those who lives go beyond our understanding. 

     Yesterday was Earth Day, and our understanding of our environment is limited or enhanced in the same way.  Is the earth here for us to plunder and have dominion over, or for us to be good stewards of, as though our lives depended on it? 

     A growing number of scientists are warning us that our greedy and uncaring treatment of our earth may have consequences more devastatung than we can imagine.  If the arctic ice caps melt, they say Florida and New Jersey may be buried under twenty feet of water.  Can we see over the rim of our complacency about using the lion’s share of the earth’s oil and energy in time to make a positive rather than a negative difference?  Before our tub gets flooded?  Or maybe we can’t think that far, like Eddington couldn’t. 

     When we reach the end of our intellectual tether, and our understanding can’t include a world bigger than our mind can fathom, almost every religion in the world agrees that it is time to turn it over to our hearts.

     Buddhists say when we are faced with the choice of doing the right thing or the compassionate thing, we should do the compassionate thing.  Jesus said What good does it do if you love those who love you?  Even the worst of people do that.  No, you should love even your enemies.  And of course the irony here is that if you love your enemies, they are no longer your enemies, and you may have found, together, the power to transform the world.

     No matter what religion you turn to, I think you’ll find this same advice.  Poets like Edgar Lee Masters were twenty years ahead of Sir Arthur Eddington; sages and prophets like the Buddha and Jesus were aeons ahead of nearly everyone.  Beyond the tub of our certainties lie the much bigger worlds that need our compassion and protection.  And the ability to love beyond our understanding is the path - many believe it is the only path - toward that idyllic larger picture of the world known as the kingdom of God.  The kingdom of God: the state of affairs where we simply treat all other people as our brothers and sisters, as children of God, and treat the entire earth as the handiwork of God, placed in our trust for loving care. 

     Even more than understanding the world, we are called on to take care of it, so that our presence might bless it rather than cursing it.  That may still be the only path toward what Jesus called the kingdom of God - and a great deal more.

Doing Easter in 2006

Sunday, April 16th, 2006

PRAYER:

    Easter of our hearts, speak to us.  Tell us once again, when we need the gift of spring, that spring is here.  Tell us once more, when we need to feel new life, that new life is moving, and can move into us if we will but open our hearts.

    Tell us again the timeless story of Easter, about that magical bunny that lays brightly colored eggs of spring, and offers them to all who can find them as food for the spiritual journey as we begin our own Easters.

    For it is Easter in our own hearts and lives that we need.  Otherwise all these ancient stories are a bore and a nuisance.  We want the good news that life can conquer death here and now, in our lives, in our relationships, in our society, and in our world.  Bring us the flowers and the colored eggs that deliver that message, oh Easter spirit.

    For it is again Easter.  And once more we gather not to hear the same stories, but to bring the same needs, and to hope there will be stories to feed them, or maybe even a gift to take home with us - a gift, like a flower of spring.

    It is Easter again, and we need an Easter.  So we will open our minds and hearts to the possibility of the gift of renewed life.  Then come to us, our Easter friends.  Come.  Amen.

SERMON:    Doing Easter in 2006

    I have a friend who is a professor of New Testament, who tells her classes each year in early spring that the way they can tell when Easter is coming is that the media will run some new and strange stories about who Jesus really was, or suggesting a new shocking story showing that the Christian story shouldn’t be trusted, or just run weird stories about religion in general. 

    So last week, right on schedule, three different stories appeared.  There was the verdict in the plagiarism case against Dan Brown which we’ve all been breathlessly awaiting, in which the jury decided that he did not steal illegally from other authors (who stole from an Australian religion religion scholar named Barbara Thiering) the claim that Jesus and Mary Magdalen were married, and had at least two children before Mary moved to southern France.

    Then there was the National Geographic story about the newly translated Gospel of Judas, suggesting that Jesus and Judas were good buddies, and Jesus told Judas to turn him over to the authorities, so that the Christian story could play out and God, by God, was in charge of everything.  I’ve read it.  It’s a boring little gospel, quite late, with a strong dose of homophobia, but nothing at all to offer in understanding Jesus, Judas or anything else that happened in the first century.

     Third, an author named James Tabor, in excerpts from his forthcoming book, The Jesus Dynasty, writes in breathless prose about raiding two first-century family tombs enclosed under a Jerusalem apartment complex.  He suggests they may be the tombs of Jesus and his family, and wants the authorities to do DNA testing to prove it, however that would work!  The authorities have declined. 

    Here in town, as part of keeping Austin weird, there was a special showing of the 1979 Monty Python movie “The Life of Brian,” the mocking farce about Brian, who happened to be born on Christmas in the stable next door to Jesus and spent his life being mistaken for a messiah. That played Friday night and last night, as run-ups to Easter.

    And on the way to church this morning, one of our couples passed a billboard which simply said “Way to go, Jesus.  Rock on, Dude!”  It’s beginning to look like when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

    So.  A titillating court cast, a scandalous, goofy gospel, a cemetery raid on the tomb of some hapless first-century Jerusalem family, a farcical movie about baby Jesus’ non-messianic baby neighbor, and a billboard that may have been about Brian rather than Jesus, but which is pretty much off the charts in any case.

    That’s how we do Easter in 2006.

    But there’s something odd here.  Can you think of other holidays that are preceded by media stories mocking them or belittling their importance?  I’ve never seen Veterans’ Day preceded by programs and cover stories belittling the sacrifice of veterans or making light of the number of them dying in our current war.  You can’t even imagine it.  It would offend almost everyone in the country, in the world. 

    Could you imagine, Mother’s Day being preceded by stories making fun of mothers or motherhood, or making light of the work they do?  There are the “Mommy Wars” about the best way to be a mother, but there aren’t any attacks on the idea of motherhood that I know of.  If there were, there would be riots demanding the head of the publisher and boycotts of the sponsors.  For that matter, can you imagine stories mocking romantic love before Valentine’s Day?  Or stories in mid-June ridiculing fathers before Fathers’ Day? 

    We don’t do this, we don’t allow this, for holidays we really take seriously.  There may be some anti-US-policy protests around the 4th of July, but the protestors would say they are doing it because they do believe in all that America can be, but not because they want to make fun of the very idea of America.

    When you look at the stories behind some of our holidays, some of them stand out as decidedly different.  Almost all are about real things that happen in the real world we’re living in.  All but two.

    Valentine’s day celebrates romantic love between couples

    Mothers’ Day recognizes the work and sacrifice of mothers all over the country.

    Fathers’ Day does the same for fathers.

    Veterans’ Day expresses appreciation for the sacrifice of our war veterans. 

    Memorial Day recognizes the ultimate sacrifice of the loss of our soldiers’ lives in our various wars.

    The 4th of July celebrates the gaining of independence in 1776 through the bravery and dedication of the soldiers, families and citizens of this country.

    Thanksgiving is some people’s favorite holiday, because it’s always appropriate to give thanks for our blessings in life, even for the simple blessing of food - today as much as at the first Thanksgiving.

    And we don’t mock those holidays.  They’re about real things going on in the real world, and we genuinely value and believe in them. 

    Now Christmas has two unrelated stories, but only one we seem to care about, judging from our behavior.  The religious story says once a baby was born of a woman who had never had sex, whose father was a god up in heaven and who would be what some people in one religion call the savior of everyone, though nobody else believes it.  Judging by the advertising and decorations each Christmas, and by the kinds of presents we but and expect, almost nobody believes or cares much about the religious story. 

    The story we love each December, however, is the story of the real center of Christmas: Santa Claus, who travels all over the world in his sleigh pulled by eight or nine flying reindeer so he can bring presents down everyone’s chimney - even those who don’t have chimneys.  He gives a lot of presents to everybody and has children sitting on his lap in every shopping mall. That’s the real story of Christmas; the story of baby Jesus has virtually no effect on the observable behavior of the overwhelming majority of Americans, regardless of religion. 

    Easter is also made up of two unrelated stories.  The religious one is the story of a man who died and then three days later came back to life and then went up into heaven.  Once again, looking at the advertising, decorations, gifts and cards we buy and send, almost nobody seems to care much about the religious story.  But the other story, the real Easter story, is the story about a bunny who lays colored eggs, and about people dressing in spring colors, hunting for colored eggs, buying lots of chocolate, and taking flowers home from church, as we’ll do here today.

    The very way we treat the religious stories under Christmas and Easter shows that really, in this world, we don’t believe them.  They’re different kinds of holidays about a different and imaginary world.  Of course, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny also come from make-believe worlds, and we don’t believe them literally, either.  But they’re better stories, and do a better job at communicating with us messages we want and need to hear.  The religious story, not so much. 

    We’re taught that Easter is a Christian holiday, but it isn’t true.  It isn’t even close.  And the place where you’ll read this in the angriest prose is on a whole host of evangelical and biblical Christian websites.  If you go online and consult evangelical and fundamentalist Christian sources, they are clear and unanimous that Easter is a completely pagan holiday with absolutely no relation to Jesus, dating back thousands of years to the Babylonian and Chaldean goddess Ishtar - which, they say, was pronounced “Easter.” 

    Ishtar was a mythological character of the Babylonian or Sumerian religion which existed thousands of years before Jesus lived. She was the goddess of spring; she had rabbits that laid eggs. The eggs symbolized a new life and the colored eggs signified a wish for a bright new year ahead. Both the rabbit and the egg are pagan symbols of sex and fertility.

    Sunrise services go back to these ancient practices of welcoming the spring, too. And some say coloring eggs in bright spring colors is also an ancient practice, and related to wearing bright spring colors today.

    Many Christians agree that Easter isn’t Christian, and say people obviously don’t take the Christian story as seriously as stories of spring, life, bunnies, colored eggs and flowers.  They say it as though it’s a bad thing.

    But it isn’t a bad thing.  The story about sunrise, spring, bunnies, colored eggs, flowers and having spring in our hearts - this is the story people prefer to the one about a man who died and came back to life. 

    What is the Easter message?  Ironically, it is very traditional; it just isn’t religious.  It’s the natural and psychological story of spring coming back in our world and in our lives, a victory of life over death, spring over winter, tender flowers and colored eggs and magical fertility symbols.  It looks like that’s always been the message of Easter.

    Why?  Because these must have been the symbols of these spring festivals from the first time rabbits and eggs became part of it.  And with similar props and symbols, the messages people have heard at this season must have been very similar for thousands of years.  Messages of spring, the return of life, symbols of sex and fertility, the gift of life offered free to all of us - these have been the Easter messages since before recorded history.  Both preacherly sermons and personal meditations on these symbols must always have run in orbit around these themes, both as natural events outside of us, and as psychological possibilities inside of us.  And these are the stories we believe: the real, the original, Easter stories.  They’re older than all religions in the world.  They’re the stories we’ve always loved, and it looks in 2006 like we still prefer them to the religious stories that have tried to cover them.

    Why?  Perhaps because the Easter stories are just better stories with more relation to the world we’re living in.  We look to religions for good news, life-giving news.  We’re not all that fond of getting heavy messages in church, though it’s what all religious prophets have done.  But they’re seldom popular until they’re long dead.  We come to church, especially on high holy days like Christmas and Easter, to hear good news.  And we choose the stories that give it to us, and shrug off stories that don’t, no matter how liturgical or pontifical they pretend to be. 

    The Easter story has been covered by the stories of a dozen gods and goddesses, maybe more.  From Ishtar to Jesus, we have covered the Easter story with all manner of gods and goddesses.  But they can’t cover it, can’t match its appeal, and can’t hide it for long, neither Ishtar nor Jesus. 

    As a society our behavior around this holiday shows that we don’t take the religious story of Jesus very seriously, as so many evangelical websites seem to be screaming too. 

    And how we do Easter may be a symptom of the fact that our official religions have really lost their power to hold the imaginations of even a majority of our citizens.

    After all, only a bit more than 20% of Americans regularly attend religious services of any kind.  (See books and essays by Rev. Kirk Hadaway, who has written about a dozen books in this area.)  The stories of religion seem to be about such important things: life after death, eternity, a god so powerful he created the whole universe, knows everything we think, and can punish or destroy anything or anybody he chose.  If we believed it, these stories would occupy our thoughts nearly all the time.  Just think of the amount of time we have spent thinking about AIDS or Bird Flu because we really believe that they might kill us.  But perhaps we don’t believe our traditional religious stories in any deep way at all any longer, and the evidence is on display every Christmas and Easter.  Perhaps these are just background stories, things we say the way the ancient Romans used to bow to Jupiter and then go about their business like he was just a statue after all. 

    If a Roman were to just snicker as they passed the statues, or write popular books saying the gods were quite human after all, or put on plays that made the kind of fun of Jupiter that Monty Python’s movie “The Life of Brian” makes fun of the Jesus story, then the pretense would be over, and it would be fair for one Roman to ask another what the heck they were doing pretending to care about those old gods.  And eventually, of course, that happened.  Now hardly anybody remembers that old Jupiter was the same god the Greeks had earlier called Zeus, because both those gods are pretty much dead, like Ishtar, Inanna, Astarte and a hundred other gods and goddesses that have come and gone.  Meanwhile, and throughout all these centuries, our favorite stories, like the Easter story, remain as popular as ever.  . 

    If we were really serious about the stories of our supposedly official religions, I don’t think the media would routinely play off of the holidays with the kind of goofy stories we’ve all become used to, or that movies like “The Life of Brian” would still be played, 27 years after it came out, as Austin’s run-up to yet another Easter. 

    So I do wonder if the way we treat these two holidays in particular doesn’t really show that the stories have already lost their hold on the vast majority of people in our country, and if we’re watching the very slow-motion decline and death of Christianity as a noble religious - as opposed to merely political - force. 

    If so, then we should try to reclaim the stories we love and their symbols, from the religions that have been piled on top of them. 

    And this brings us to the flower communion we celebrate here each Easter. It was created by Unitarian minister Norbert Capek for his church in Czechoslovakia in 1923, when he observed this same antipathy toward traditional religion in his members.  They lived in overwhelmingly Catholic surrounding, and most of Capek’s members had no use for the practice or idea of Communion because the idea had been so badly tainted by religions they didn’t respect.  Yet at its best, the idea of “communion” is that you are communing, connecting, with the powers of the universe that created us, and bunnies, eggs and flowers and everything else.  And that’s a powerful kind of energy to forego communion with.  So Capek created the idea of a flower communion.  He asked members each to bring a flower to church on a certain day, and the church bought some extras.  The children arranged the flowers in baskets during the worship service, just as our children are doing today.  Then before people left, they were each given a flower - not the one they brought, but one brought by somebody else.  And they knew that there was a link, a communion, between them all, and with the powers of nature that had produced both the fragile flowers, and their own fragile selves. 

    Capek’s flower communion caught on immediately, and it was brought to this country by his wife in 1940.  Our northern churches usually celebrate it in June on the last Sunday before they close their church for the summer - many of the Eastern and northern churches still base their church year on the old academic years.  Since we don’t close our church, we do the Flower Communion at Easter, where the flowers can rejoin the other symbols of spring. 

    Norbert Capek died in a Nazi concentration camp.  But the flower communion survives him, and offers us a kind of communion that we need as much as his own church members did. 

    The good news about Easter is that no religion has ever been able to tame it, claim it or cover it.  Because we may not need stories of this or that goddess or god, but we do need to hear that story that life is more powerful than death, that it’s beautiful, and all of nature is offering it to us for free. 

    The good news about the Easter story is that it seems indestructible.  Cover it with stories of Ishtar, Inanna, Eoster or of Jesus and God, but the real Easter story can’t be kept down because it’s true, and because it’s written deep into our own hearts.  We need a springtime in our lives, today as much as ever.  We need for life to be exuberant with its gifts of new life for old, beauty, spring, sunrises and flowers.  We need some of those flowers, for they carry with them the message that life will triumph, in our world and in our hearts, and that if only we can take the spirit of this Easter inside of us, it can grow there, so that we might keep Eastering on our own, so that long after the flowers have faded, their promise of the fragile and beautiful gift of life will still be alive in us, resurrected from the stories into our hearts, where they can live for another year as the good news of the Easter Story.

Many Voices

Sunday, April 9th, 2006

PRAYER:

     Sometimes when we seem to hear too many voices in our lives, we wish they’d all go away except for just the one most comforting voice.

     That seldom happens.  We might be better off realizing that we aren’t made of just one solo voice.  We’re a chorus of voices and wants and preferences, each speaking up at some time, the whole lot of them seldom agreeing.

     And we live as part of this sea of voices, trying to find a good path through the clatter.  Sometimes we can just decide and do something whether the other voices like it or not.  Ideally, we can be creative enough to do it together, bringing the whole choir along.  That takes great talent and great patience.  But if the Buddhists are right in saying we’re more like choruses than soloists - and I think they are - then we need a home in our soul and in our world for all the voices within us.  The brave, clear-thinking ones, the compassionate voices that want to do the caring thing more than the right thing, voices that need to understand, and those wishing they could love even where they can’t understand.  And so many more voices within and around us, looking for a welcoming home.

     In the meantime - and it seems a long meantime - we stand where we are, silently praying Oh God, Life, the Universe, let us find a home where all of us, all of us, can live together in creative compassion.  Just that.  Just that.

     Amen.

SERMON:     Many Voices

     This was the first time I’d heard the Chichester Psalms.  But when Brent told me about the music, and then when I read the Psalms from which Bernstein took his lyrics, I recognized one of Bernstein’s greatest and most unusual gifts as a composer.  He made a space for a huge variety of voices in his greatest works.  The voices don’t agree and aren’t squeezed into a forced and phony kind of harmony.  Instead, they are presented as a slice of life without a simple and clear solution.

     Here’s what I mean.  When I read through the six Psalms from which he took the lyrics for this piece  (2, 23, 100, 108, 131, 133), I wrote down the different voices and moods I found.

     There is the voice of God as conqueror, sounding very triumphal.  The voices of his people cover a huge spectrum, from excited, devoted and loved, to fearful, rejected, abandoned by God, and inadequate.  In the next lines, they are joyful, praising God, sounding comforted and fearless.  Then they are very angry - you heard this in the music, when the men’s voices came in under the calm and peaceful sound of the women’s voices.

     There is also a voice of self-righteousness, eager to condemn outsiders.  This is a voice speaking for a wrathful, furious, vengeful God, one that is offering dominion of the earth, granting power to break opposing nations with a rod of iron and dash them to pieces like a potter’s vessel. 

     And these lines are followed by voices that are thankful for God’s goodness and mercy, which are followed by despondent voices. 

     Then there’s a withdrawn voice saying it’s just not concerned with high and hard demands, but is satisfied to be calm, self-contained and quiet.  Finally, there is the voice of simple happiness, happy to be dwelling in unity with others.  You could get whiplash three times, switching moods to keep up with the many voices in just these six psalms, even though you suspect they reflect the real human condition in all times and places.

     There’s a normal human tendency to want to accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative, or at least to harmonize all the voices to our own voice, our own beliefs, our own style.  And that’s what most musical settings of the Psalms do. 

     But one of the characteristics of Leonard Bernstein’s music that’s most appealing - or troubling - was his ability to create a musical space within which many voices could co-exist without being homogenized.

     He did this in West Side Story, that marvelous musical of violence, murder, love, and surprising vulgarity in the “Officer Krupke” piece sung by street gang members.

     But he did it most dramatically and best in his greatest stage work, the “Mass.”  The piece was commissioned by the Kennedy family for the dedication of the Kennedy Center.  Rose Kennedy, JFK’s mother, hated what he wrote. Cardinal O’Connor wanted it banned as a heretical work.  I saw the touring company production in Detroit around 1976, and could see why they might have hated it. 

     How many here have seen a stage production of the “Mass”?  Here was a mass, but - with music by the 53-year-old Leonard Bernstein and lyrics by 23-year-old Steven Schwartz - it was not a Catholic mass.  While it did go through the traditional parts of the mass, it contained scathing critiques of both the Church and the mass, for being irrelevant and incoherent.  

     Showing a wonderful knowledge of history, Bernstein included “tropes” as solos inserted into the mass, to make his critiques.  In medieval times, the tropes inserted into the masses could even be to the tunes of drinking songs, so there was the precedent for bringing very secular elements in, and Bernstein exploited it brilliantly.

     One soloist interrupted the “Credo in Unum Deum” to sing “I’ll believe in one God; I’ll believe in three; I’ll believe in thirty if they’ll believe in me.”

     Another interrupted the priest during the Gratias Deo, to say that she once thanked God.  “… But now, somehow, it’s strange,” she sang, “though nothing much has really changed, I don’t sing Gloria, I don’t sing Gratias Deo.  I can’t say quite when it happened, but gone is the Thank You.” 

     In a choral piece called “God Said,” the choir only sings the real lyrics after the priest leaves the stage.  These include the chorus “And it was good, brother, and it was good, sister, and it was good, brother, and it was goddam good.”  This isn’t your grandmother’s mass, unless she was one heck of an outspoken woman!

     Also in that song, the lyricist Stephen Schwartz wrote these words:

     “God said take charge of my zoo, I made these creatures for you. So he won’t mind if we wipe out a species or two.  God said that sex should repulse unless it leads to results, and so we crowd the world full of consenting adults.  God said it’s good to be meek, and so we are once a week.  It may not mean a lot but oh, it’s terribly chic.  God made us the boss, God gave us the cross.  We turned it into a sword to spread the word of the Lord, we use his holy decrees to do whatever we please.  And it was good, Yeah! And it was good, Yeah! And it was goddam good.”

     Finally, the protestors torment the priest to the point that he flings the chalice down, smashing it, tears his robe off and throws it at them and leaves the stage.  Then all the protestors, who have been harassing the priest throughout the Mass, fall to the stage like puppets who have had their strings cut.  They really didn’t have a message, just complaints and needs, and needed the priest to play off of.  A child takes the guitar and plays the Simple Song with which the Mass began, then the priest returns to the stage, in blue-jeans, takes the guitar and leads them in the song - it seems, after all, that they need to be led.  Oh, maybe it will be a happy ending after all - but no.  One of the protestors is disgusted by this and won’t join.  He goes upstage in his fury.  At the end of the Simple Song, the priest says, “The Mass is ended, go in peace.” But the lone protestor gives the priest and the audience the finger and exits.  And that’s the end of the Bernstein Mass.

     Many voices, given space to coexist: brought into proximity, but not harmony.  Just like in real life.

     You can understand why Rose Kennedy might have hated it.  Leonard Bernstein gave her a masterpiece that was more than she’d bargained for.  He gave her not an orthodox mass, but many voices, brought together on the same stage, to sing their very different songs in their very different passionate voices, and to be heard - perhaps even revered - but not resolved.

     Cardinal O’Connor thought that was bad.  Most churches would think it was bad.  But not any real liberal church worth its salt, and not any Unitarian church in touch with its history.

     The range of voices we have in Unitarian churches is immense.  And like the voices in Bernstein’s works, they are not resolved: they’re in proximity, but not necessarily in harmony, on a huge range of topics.

     A couple months ago, we learned what a wide range of opinions we have on 9-11.  I believe our government either let it happen on purpose or made it happen on purpose.  Some others agreed.  Still others thought that was an absolutely crazy idea, that our government could do such a thing.  Others were somewhere in between, and others - perhaps the majority - don’t spent time thinking about who did 9-11 or how, because there are just too many other things going on in their lives that demand and deserve more attention. 

     But the whole range of voices exists here, as it does throughout the country and the world.  No matter what you believe about 9-11, you know there are people sitting around you who don’t agree with you.  And those different beliefs aren’t going to be harmonized.  They exist here in proximity but not in harmony, and that’s one of the frustrating things about liberal churches - or any honest church.  We live in a world with people who sometimes disagree violently with us on really important matters, and the challenge of civilization is the challenge to learn to live together creatively. 

     But the different political beliefs in this room absolutely pale compared with the differing religious beliefs here!  We have members for whom Jesus Christ really is the son of God, at least in deep symbolic and poetic ways.  We have members for whom religion is and will always be about God, by which they mean the God of the Bible.  Others have bad memories of that god, but find inspiration through stories of some of the ancient goddesses.