Sacred Conversations

I received an email last week from Beth Robinson, the director of the Vermont Freedom to Marry organization entitled, “Divisiveness and Democracy.”  As you know the Vermont Legislature is considering a piece of legislation called “An Act to Protect Religious Freedom and Promote Equality in Civil Marriage.”  In  Robinson’s comments she acknowledges that the issue of marriage for gay people is divisive. Strong emotions are held by people on both sides of this particular debate.  Robinson points out that the legislature is designed for this and wonders why, with respect to this bill, there is a call simply to ignore it, hoping that the fear we see and hear, swirling around it, will go away.
My take, having also been on the front lines of this issue, twice now, is that the debate is different from other bills because the stakes go to the heart of a fundamental issue that many religious institutions and their adherents do not want to address.  The issue is, in a word, conversation.  If we allow that conversation and debate can lead us to make informed decisions for the good of all, then we open the door to a different kind of understanding of God’s revelation.  In other words, to participate in a country where decisions are made through debate is affirm that truth is a function of reason and not revelation.  It is to allow that the eternal verities of one’s church may not be so eternal afterall.  It is to tread on holy territory (or perhaps, some would say, trespass) and as a result to stir up fear and anger.  This is my point today — that existing or even just dabbling in holy territory, is dangerous stuff and that we move to a higher religious ground as we evolve in our religious conversations toward the sacred – toward judgement within the holy of that which serves to cast out fear and build up human relations.
Truth, for some, has the characteristic of unchanging, eternal verities.  Truth, as I try to think it and preach it, has a different characteristic.  Perhaps something more akin music.  How fast one plays the Emperor’s Waltz depends on many things.  Is it a New Year’s concert? or is the economy in the dumps?  Is the concert with young players or with professional ones?  What about the audience?  These considerations change the truth of the Waltz for that performance.  Everything depends upon the conversation.
In the matter before the legislature good conversation is difficult to come by.  On the pro-side of the argument, advocates of gay marriage are often reduced to sound-bytes about individual freedom, and on the con side of the argument, opponents are reduced to saying that because the church has always held marriage to be the foundational block of society, changing the law would destroy society. Conversation is stifled for fear that perhaps both positions are superficial and should be modified.
I believe that there are more nuanced middle- ground conversations to be had in the realm of religion than those charges tossed in the direction of the proponents and opponents of the bill as either liberal or conservative.  I believe that if a real conversation were to be had, we might discover that, for example, the church has not always been in the business of marriage, and that even before that it condoned the unions of gay couples.  I believe that if we had a real conversation about this, we might discover that there are reasons to be concerned about  individualism as it tends to break down community. I believe that we might discover that religion has much more to offer society than moralisms  on the one hand or charitable outreach on the other.  We might discover that the real power of religion lies in its possibility that through conversation about deeply important things,   justice might flow in new and powerful ways into the world, and that the prophets’ vision of a communities of care would be more fully realized.
As one Unitarian Universalist speaker put it last week during testimony at the State House, “Religion is so much more than a set of rules about how one ought to live and worship.  The best of the prophetic tradition has sought a way out of fear and has encouraged another way, the way of love as the solution to the destructive forces of fear.”  His was a call to put aside the fanaticism of both sides and to seek a via media where love is not just an emotion, but the moral command to respond to hate and indifference, not with hate and indifference, but with a sincere striving for community and for the good a vibrant community we can incarnate when differences are bridged because fear no longer estranges humans and indifference no longer stifles creative advance
Our story from Samaria is the story of two people, who would ordinarily find themselves arguing with each other and not listening.  A Jew and a Samaritan, it is well known, do not consort easily with each other.  Sometime long before Christ was born, the Samaritans split from the Jews over questions that still divide people of faith.  The Samaritans believed that one particular translation of the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Old Testament, was the authoritative and holy scripture.  The Jews were content to deal with their constructed Pentateuch, (that is they used many different variants in an attempt to get at a coherent and adequate scripture).  The Samaritans also felt that the proper place of worship was on top of Mnt Gerazim, while the Jews held that the Temple in Jerusalem was the high, holy place of worship.
As in today’s argument about marriage, the argument between the Jew and the Samaritan, was often cast  as an argument about what is more holy, or what is properly holy, or what should be considered holy and what not.   The holy is the unreflective,  powerful, hold that the experience of religious feeling has upon one’s entire being.  The holy is dangerous because it leads to fanaticism.  And fanaticism, as Eli Weisel notes in his book The Anatomy of Hate, inspires and breathes fear.  The fanatic gives home somewhere in his or her being to a dictator. Intellectual or theocratic, that dictator possesses a unique and eternal truth and takes offense at conversation.
We can accept that many people of good faith have experiences of the holy.  But we can also recognize that within the holy there are experiences which merely excite religious feeling but do nothing to serve the ethical community.  We must judge within the experience of the holy what Aristotle calls spirit.  In other words, the job is only just begun with what is experienced as hair-raisingly holy.  The spirit is now just beginning its work to discover in that experience of the holy that which leads the self to higher purposes.  For this work of discernment, we reserve the higher and more expressive word – the sacred.  The sacred reveals itself progressively as humans think within the holy what is conducive to higher ends and to our common good.
Unfortunately, because of the general ban on reason in the religious communities, the widespread criticism of the human rights record of religious people, that we are dismall failures is well founded.  The holy leads, when it is not engaged with spirit toward the sacred, to fanaticism.
Let me close with these words from Martin Luther King Jr.’s letter to the clergy in Birmingham,
AL, written from a cell in the Birmingham Jail.  He wonders if the church has lost this ability to distinguish in the midst of its holy stupor the right.

So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an arch-defender of the status quo.  Far  from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church’s silent and often even vocal sanction of things as they are.

But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today’s church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright disgust.

Perhaps I have once again been too optimistic. Is organized religion too inextricably bound to the status quo to save our nation and the world? Perhaps I must turn my faith to the inner spiritual church, the church within the church, as the true ekklesia and the hope of the world. But again I am thankful to God that some noble souls from the ranks of organized religion have broken loose from the paralyzing chains of conformity and joined us as active partners in the struggle for freedom, They have left their secure congregations and walked the streets of Albany, Georgia, with us. They have gone down the highways of the South on tortuous rides for freedom. Yes, they have gone to jail with us. Some have been dismissed from their churches, have lost the support of their bishops and fellow ministers. But they have acted in the faith that right defeated is stronger than evil triumphant.  Their witness has been the spiritual salt that has preserved the true meaning of the gospel in these troubled times. They have carved a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment.

The encounter between Jesus and the Samaritan has been given short shrift.  Through the ages  attention has been focused primarily on Jesus’ words that he is the living water while the details of their discussion of holy things has been ignored.  By paying attention today to the fact that Jesus and the anonymous woman are active conversation partners, by noting that both disputants to carve a new tunnel through their mountain of division by acknowledging that neither has truth wrapped up, but that truth lies in the direction of an encounter with the spirit in relation to itself through and within its relation to the other, is a move to the beloved community – or as the early Christians put it simply, to paradise. Amen.

Habitat for Humanity Land Purchased!

Habitat Logo

It is an exciting moment for those of us who have been slogging through board meetings for the past year with no land in sight to all of a sudden have an offer accepted.  This Duxbury land is both affordable and appropriate to our mission and needs.  We will begin work immediately spreading the news that we have found land and starting the groundwork that will allow the many, many people who have indicated they would help when we found land, to actually be put to work.  We will be starting the search for homeowners who meet the criteria and begin preparing the land located on Morse Road, just off of Crossett Brook Road.
As excited as I am about the prospect of work ahead building a house and settling a family, I am intrigued by theologian Laura Stivers brave critique of Habitat.  It must be said before I quote her that she and I both recognize the power and the beauty of Millard Fuller’s dream being realized.  Hers is a larger concern that we not forget, even while we build habitat houses, that a systemic change is still required and that the enormous size of that change is most adequately suited to big government.

In some ways, Habitat helps well-off volunteers feel good about themselves by assisting the poor, but it fails to break down the we/them divide. . .  The charitable response of Habitat is the kind of charitable response that will always be needed, but doesn’t help the poorest of the poor.  It’s not really addressing homelessness. [1]

Her point is very well taken and not taken as a criticism of Habitat for Humanity nor of the thousands of volunteers who contribute so much time. Stivers asks instead whether we also ought to be prophetically addressing the “capitalist structures” that perpetuate huge income inequalities in our country and in our world. She worries whether the families being “served” by the Habitat program are in fact playing into a role (the “deserving poor”) instead of breaking out of poverty.
These are real and important criticisms to be aware of as we select a family and build a house together. If these thoughts and this process can spur us to hear in the prophet Isaiah’s words as words addressed to us Habitat volunteers then we come close to Millard Fuller’s dream:

And now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and people of Judah, judge between me and my vineyard. What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? When I expected it to yield grapes, why did it yield wild grapes? And now I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard. I will remove its hedge, and it shall be devoured; I will break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down. I will make it a waste; it shall not be pruned or hoed, and it shall be overgrown with briers and thorns; I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it. For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah are his pleasant planting; he expected justice, but saw bloodshed; righteousness, but heard a cry! Ah, you who join house to house, who add field to field, until there is room for no one but you . . . Isaiah 5:3-8

Join us, won’t you, on this journey into discovery and service, of change and grace amidst change.  And may the words of the prophets calls us to proper accounting.
1. Vital Theology, “Causes of Homelessness Left Untouched,” Laura Stivers, March 2009.

Brave New Worship World

Without an organist or a choir director, we find ourselves in a position that some might consider unenviable.  The question that I want to consider in the next few weeks and months, is  less the specific question “Who shall we have at the helm of our music program?”  And instead the more general one, “What do we want our music program to accomplish so that the person or persons we hire might be able to lead us where we think we should be going?”    I hope that our unique position can be viewed by all of us as an opportunity to take the time we need to be reflective and patient as we consider these important questions.  In other words, if all we need is a musician or two, this is not so difficult and we could be moving to hire shortly.
Above all, the question I pose to us requires some serious thinking about what worship is. I think that while most of you recognize that that is my training, and my job, you also recognize that it is your community and your life.  We do not subscribe to the kind of church that says, “Take it or leave it.”  Because our theological sense is much more emergent, much more dialogical, or disputational (see my sermon for March 22) our worship patterns are not set in stone even while they are rooted in a rich tradition.  I like what Jazz musician and worship leader, Bradley Sowash, thinks worship is.  He borrows from the only instance of worship in the Gospels of which Jesus seems to approve and thinks worthy of repeating.

Now while Jesus was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to him with an alabaster jar of very costly ointment, and she poured it on his head as he sat at the table. But when the disciples saw it, they were angry and said, “Why this waste? For this ointment could have been sold for a large sum, and the money given to the poor.” But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, “Why do you trouble the woman? She has performed a good service for me. For you always have the poor with you, but you will not always have me. By pouring this ointment on my body she has prepared me for burial. Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.” –Matthew 26:6-13

About this passage, Mr. Sowash writes,

This woman’s singular act of adoration demonstrates that effective worship integrates creativity, extravagance, understanding, originality, and spontaneity in a manner that is both personal and participatory as well as community enhancing. [1]

In the remainder of his article Sowash expands on the seven points in the sentence quoted above.  His is not an attempt to make worship memorable, or funny, or entertaining.  Instead, he understands worship to be the expression of the power of God for us.  The reason that I have recommended this article is that his idea of God is neither pop-cultural nor fadish which so much ‘new worship’ implies,  nor does he view God as otiose as so much traditional worship implies.  God cannot be the substance of our passing fancies, just as God cannot be some heavenly being content to watch the world like a plaything, from on high. The one we would worship we do because God is the one categorically worth worshiping.  And this means worth interacting with around matters of life and death, creativity and destruction, hope and despair, love and hate. Worship must be as creative and important as these great things warrant.
John Coltrane, the late, great jazz saxophonist once said about his musical expression that he did not so much compose as search.  He investigated to see what else might be in the offing, what else might evolve, or emerge.    Worship is not just another entertainment venue or place to hear a sermon, but a place to let religion find its own tune with us, personally and communally, after a hard week of improvising.   Music which is attuned to this creativity and a worship team that is creatively in conversation with each other about the world and about religion’s new story in it, can move us to the kind of flourishing in right relation that I continue to put forth as our church’s  motto.
We have, in the past few weeks, had different congregational experiences with music, from a capella congregational singing, to beautiful clarinet music accompanied by a CD (thanks Joni McCraw) to our choir singing Be Thou our Guide.  What do you think?  What kind of musical experiences reveal the sacred for you?  Are there artistic genres you think we should explore in the coming weeks, months, years?  Let us not look back on this time and wish we could have talked more, but share with each other in love and patience.
1. Where Two or More Are Gathered: Exploring Alternate Worship Strategies by Bradley Sowash

Singing Over It

THE metaphysical question is, therefore, how can we keep from singing? If human life is such that it is impossible to keep from singing — or put less optimistically — if human life is such that it is possible to sing when all around is crumbling, it is because the fact of our existence, in order to be recognised as existence at all, requires there to be something already there, already behind us, already above us, ready to be re-thought at all. To re-cognise our existence, to re-think it, is more than to say, I think therefore I am. It is to come to the fresh awareness that to be alive is to be a part of something comprehensive. Something not only more enduring than our lives, but something fundamentally worth dealing with in our lives.

John 2:1-11
I love good coffee. I like coffee from New Orleans, and from these Green Mountains. I like my coffee black or with cream. I like it dark and strong and somewhat bitter. I like it with a hint of sweetness, not from added sugars, but from a deep roasting that carmelizes and creates a foundation just under the bitter etch that makes the brain think — “Oh, life is good, even with the bitter right out front.”
I was delighted therefore when RJ’s started selling some coffee from the farm of Julia Alvarez, who is also an author and a summer resident of Middlebury, VT. Alta Gracia, the name of her farm, is located on the slopes of Pico Duarte, the highest mountain in the caribbean. Volcanic soil, tropical climate and cooler temperatures of the elevation combine to create some of the best growing conditions anywhere for coffee beans. But coffee trees don’t do so well when they are grown on a typical farm where the farmers remove everything that is not the product producing plant. And neither does the soil. The coffe tree does not, by itself stabilize nor enrich the soils where they are grown, and when it grows poorly because its not growing under the shade of other trees, they are not able to prevent the regular and heavy rains of the tropic from washing the spare soil away, clogging up streams, killing the aquatic life of these rivers and streams and disrupting and even threatening the lives of the villagers below.
And so Julia Alvarez began, years ago to restore her new farm to a more sustainable state, by planting shade and fruit trees to hold the moisture and the soil on the steep mountainside. The trees also provide the needed shade for the coffee and a habitat for the insects and worms and other critters required for a sustainable farm. The motto of her coffee farm, imprinted on every bag of coffee from Alta Gracia, is “Coffee tastes better when birds sing over it.”
Now, I’m not much into pollyanism. So when I say, after all that has transpired within our little church community in the past few months, with the resignations of two of our music staff members, that life is better when the we sing over it, I am not suggesting that it is better because we are suddenly distracted, through singing, from the pain and turmoil of all of that. I am suggesting, however, that like my coffee, the bitter is never all there is — that one can hear, even if only because alive, the high grace birds singing over it. And that to become aware of that song again is to be and do as we ought.
THE metaphysical question is, therefore, how can we keep from singing? If human life is such that it is impossible to keep from singing — or put less optimistically — if human life is such that it is possible to sing when all around is crumbling, it is because the fact of our existence, in order to be recognised as existence at all, requires there to be something already there, already behind us, already above us, ready to be re-thought at all. To re-cognise our existence, to re-think it, is more than to say, I think therefore I am. It is to come to the fresh awareness that to be alive is to be a part of something comprehensive. Something not only more enduring than our lives, but something fundamentally worth dealing with in our lives.
A pollyannish answer to the great question of evil asserts one of two things. It either assert that evil is an illusion or that evil non-existent for God’s children.
First as an illusion. An extreme form of Buddhism I think is rare. But a much more common and modern twist on the illusion solution to evil suggests that it’s all in the mind, and the power of positive thinking will in fact eliminate evil for you because the illusion becomes reality in the processes of the mind.
The other approach to evil is the equally pollyanish Augustinian one which holds that God is an irresistable force for good and that for all of God’s children, that grace eliminates our involvement in it. The modern Catholic twist on this, recognizing that evil nevertheless persists, is the doctrine that holds that evil persists because only inside the church is salvation actually effected — the doctrine of the church known as nulla salus extra ecclesium.
Now, we Protestants have our own twist on Augustinianism, maintaining God’s omnipotence, but holding that God acts in concert with human acting.
We could go on. But we don’t need to because all of these solutions fall short by relying on the failed devise of omnipotence – and, so the argument goes,  “we humans are not really given to think about this stuff anyway – God’s ways are not our own.”
Now, the point is never simply to criticise. The point, instead, is to hear with fresh ears the birds singing again. The point is to be able to affirm to our own hearts and then through our actions, that the God whom we claim to worship and love, and whom we would truly and properly serve, is real. And because arguments against Augustinianism by those outside the church (and some within) have been extensive, a different way might allow us to be more at ease in our skins and less religious. Perhaps the notion that religion is merely about God saying NO to the human condition could be overcome by the human reason saying “Yes” to Divine grace. Perhaps we can get rid of the idea that God must be sheer and irresistible force guided by all-knowing insight and instead see that the God who rules through the power of love persuading us to manifest wise care to each other is in fact the entirety of what we need and want from God — and that the rest, the irresistable might, the limited grace, is all a product of the very evil it cannot seem to solve. Perhaps then our almost indominatable will to power that results in so much discord and disappointment might soften, and the call to high grace and gentle wisdom leaven our ways and put a song in our hearts.
It is easy to get distracted by the WOW factor of this gospel reading. We get destracted by the alcohol, we get distracted by the quantity of the alcohol, we get distracted by the party atmosphere. (We may be liberated UCC folk — but our puritain heritage does not die easy.) Obviously we get distracted by the miracle. To even ask about the miracle is distracting us from the story-teller’s intent. In John that intent is always pretty straightforward for an audience with no intellectual tools to distinguish say, fermentation from miracle. Miracle is an explanation — it is not a causative description. John’s intent is to describe the kind of life that Jesus brings us to again. John’s purpose is to help us to see that life, even when it seems to be on the verge of disaster, or perhaps in the middle of it, as a large wedding party without wine or beer has always been, is yet ready to surprise and to awaken us to the deeper well from which to drink is truly to experience life.
Julia Alvarez calls her farm Alta Gracia because grace is only truly grace when it is attune to the singing of the world, not as try to harvest it for our convenience, but as we live and move and find our being in the midst of its wonders, its terrors and its beauties, its disappointments and its urgings. To sing when everything is coming up roses is one thing. To sing with passion and beauty and intensity, when the bricks are tumbling down around you is another thing — nothing short, I propose, of staying in tune with Alta Gracia. Amen.

How many weblogs does it take?

I’ve always looked a bit askance at weblogs — afterall, do we really need to know the every thought of the millions of bloggers out there?  But, of course, a weblog is for a community.  And in my continuing search for easy and effective ways to keep this community of Waterbury Congregational Church, UCC updated, I thought I’d give Word Press a chance.
Besides — I am more and more interested in using and supporting opens source software and computer services.  I now use linux (Kubuntu) solely on my laptop.  I am not naive to think that all my troubles with software and with viruses and spy ware are over, but the scrutiny windows requires in order to just work was beginning to drive me nuts.  The quality of open source code is high, the sense of pride in what they do is good to be a part of, and for me, a bit of a computer hacker, fun to think that I can ruin something, and maybe even fix it.  I’ve done both.
Anyway — here goes a newslettery blog for us at Waterbury Congregational Church in beautiful downtown Waterbury, VT!
Peace, Peter