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Seek and Ye Shall Find

Khleber150x150As I travel around Venice these days, I meet a lot of very nice, very religious people, folks who seem thoroughly committed to their way of speaking and thinking and believing and behaving. Of course, I also meet a lot of very nice secular individuals as well, people who give no thought to religion or to matters of the spirit but are equally committed to their own ways of belief or unbelief or whatever they’d call it. I don’t know whether the religious outnumber the secular or vice versa – I simply haven’t bothered to count.

Besides the religious and the non-religious, I meet a lot of other people in my travels as well, people you might call seekers, folks who are still searching and still studying and still open to finding the right path for themselves. Often, like the traditionally religious, these people have their own way of speaking and thinking, believing and behaving. And often, like the purely secular, they are also open to unbelief if that’s where the quest takes them.

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Happy Easter

When I was a child, Easter was meant the end of winter and the beginning of spring. It meant roses in bloom and trees in bud and soft new grass blowing in gentle breezes. At the little church I grew up in, it also meant sunrise services, sometimes performed in cemeteries, that were full of words I didn't understand, concepts I couldn't comprehend, and images I found just plain scary.

When we gathered in those cemeteries as the sun peeked over the far horizon, I heard my preacher talk about resurrection and say that he couldn't wait for bodies to be flying out of those graves. He told me that this is what Easter meant: that Jesus walking out of his own tomb meant we would all do the same.

As a small child, I found it rather more horrifying than comforting.

As I grew up, my experience of death was different than my preacher had told me it would be. The things I saw that had died - the dead squirrel on the street in front of my house, the dead bird lying next to my back porch, the dead snake I was excited to find in the schoolyard - it was pretty clear to me that all those things were dead and I could not imagine any of them coming back to life. Even my great-grandfather, at his funeral in a small-town church, did not appear destined to ever rise up out of his casket.

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What’s a Unitarian Universalist?

Khleber150x150Here on the Sun Coast, people ask me all the time, “Are you retired?” “No,” I say. “You mean you still work?” “Yes,” I say. “At what?” they ask. “Minister,” I say, and so they ask, “What kind?” 

Uh-oh. "I’m a UU," I say, "a Unitarian Universalist." “I never heard of that. What’s that mean?”

That’s when it gets a little tricky because it’s easier to say what it doesn’t mean. For instance, it doesn’t mean I’m a Muslim or a Jew, a Hindu or a Buddhist, though my church teaches classes about those traditions. It doesn’t mean I’m a Christian, either. While you can find some UUs who are Christian, I happen not to be one of them.

“You’re not giving me much to go on here,” they usually say.

"Well," I continue, "many UUs I know aspire to keep an open mind and so don’t wish to be limited to practicing religion in only one way or another. They want to engage life with all their senses and to maintain an attitude of gratitude for the gifts that come their way. They look for truth in many places: in a variety of religious and spiritual traditions, in their own experiences of the world, in lots of sacred texts and in many not-so-sacred ones as well." 

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