Monday, June 29, 2020

Treat Racism Like COVID 19

In our nation and communities, we have been called to do our best to explore what we can do about racism as well as COVID-19.  How do we diminish and halt the spread of these two viruses?  I recently saw this sign that provides information relevant to both.  This simple home-made sign provides four guidelines for both. These are listed below with some additional exploration.

1.       Assume you have it.  COVID-19 is often asymptomatic.  You may have no idea that you have it, but you still are doing things to spread it or not prevent it from spreading. Similarly, no one wants to be called a racist!  But if you grew up as a white person in this country with countless systems of white supremacy, it would be exceedingly difficult not to have developed some biases.  We should assume that we HAVE been affected, even if we have black friends and family members, or if we grew up in the liberal Northeast.  We all have been affected (or perhaps infected).  So, we all have to take an honest look at ourselves and our communities and work deliberately to make a difference.

2.       Listen to experts about it.  There are immunologists and public health professionals who have been studying corona viruses and pandemics for years.  Sadly, many of these folks and their programs were cut by this administration.  Yet, there are other experts who are providing information.  We should all be following at least the CDC guidelines.  It is true that this is a NOVEL corona virus – so there are still things they do not know, and they may need to shift their guidelines. Nevertheless, we need to be listening to them, not our cousins, or politicians who want to wish it away.  Similarly, there are many folks who have been studying racism and white supremacy for a long time.  Scholars like WEB Du Bois have left us with much information about this history.  And much is currently being written by black, white, and brown scholars who are trying to help us.  Even if you are not a reader, there are many fine films and documentaries you can watch.  Listen to these folks.  Follow the leadership of black and brown people who have lived their lives extremely affected by racism.  And read books and articles by white allies who are working to change themselves and others.  

3.       Don’t spread it.  In terms of the COVID 19, we KNOW how to slow the spread.  I am not going to share these recommendations with you.  You already KNOW.  But why are so many not following guidelines.  All the knowledge in the world does not help if we refuse to wear a mask, etc.  Also, our silence with others is detrimental.  You may be silent with others you know are probably spreading it by their actions, but you decide not to speak up; not to cause hard feelings, etc.  This does not help.  Similarly, your silence regarding racism and white supremacy is detrimental and does nothing to stop the spread.  There are ways we can work with society – with LOVE – and help ourselves and others to not spread – and hopefully eliminate systemic racism and white supremacy.

4.       Be willing to change your life to end it.  No one likes to live like we have had to live since COVID 19 forced us to adjust our lives dramatically.  But I think most of us felt that it would be a short-term thing and we would not have to really change our lives.  Now I know there are things I will not return to doing.  I am not going to shake hands anymore – and I hope that is okay.  And I am willing to change much more.  I know you are as well.  But when it comes to racism, there are many who do not want to change their lives.  White supremacy has worked well for most white folks – even if they are low income.  We all have lots of privileges and power.  Some say, “it’s not a zero-sum thing, others just need to have the same privileges.”  But for others to have the same, there indeed are things we need to be willing to let go of.  Are we really willing to do this?  I hope so.  I think for most folks to dramatically change their lives, it takes something like religious conversion.  I do not mean adopting a different theology. I mean something that you accept with all your mind, body, and soul.  My hope is that we WILL make these commitments as individuals, as a community, and as a nation.  May it be so!

Thursday, January 2, 2020

A Eulogy for Fred Page III


A Eulogy for my son Fred
Jane Page

      How does one write a eulogy for her son?  With sorrow, humbleness, deep appreciation for this privilege, and a tremendous amount of love for him, love given to me from him, and love expressed by many of you.  This eulogy may not be perfect.  I may leave out things that should have been included.  But that’s okay.  Fred was a forgiving soul – and so, I will just do my best.

      There are high levels of oxytocin (sometimes called the love hormone) after childbirth – and - at least for a while- you forget all the pain of childbirth and feel the wonderful rush of extreme love and happiness for your newborn.  That is what I experienced on March 15, 1973.  Here was this little person – who was SO very special.  Of course, that chemical rush doesn’t last – but the marvel and wonder of the life of Fred Page, III has remained.

      We have just recently celebrated Christmas, and the incarnation of divine love into humanity.  It is my belief that Jesus was not the only one that received this incarnation of love.  I think it’s within us all.  But some of us – seem to be able to draw on it more, experience it more, share it more.  Fred Page was one of those people.

      As his first wife Michelle reminded me, Fred never met a stranger.  You could be a stranger one moment – and his good friend soon afterwards.  And he knew and loved so many people.  Fred would literally give you the shirt off his back.  In fact, sometimes that became a problem.  When he had his own body shop business, if it was a small job – he would just do it for free.  And I would say, “Fred – you have to charge folks for your expertise.”  And he would just shake his head and say – “it wasn’t that hard Mama, - I hated to charge them.”

      And because Fred could fix almost anything – (which he learned to do by watching his granddaddy) – we all tended to call on him whenever we needed any help for fixing something.  I know we did it and Christie said they did the same thing at their house.  Something goes wrong and we say, “Well – we will just wait on Fred to come over and he will fix it.”  He was SO smart!  He learned how to do things by observing – just like my dad did.

      When Fred was in elementary school, we discovered that one thing wasn’t so easy for him – and that was reading.  Fred was dyslexic.  So school was very hard because so much depends on reading.  Have you ever thought about that?  In societies of old, where reading wasn’t necessary, Fred would have been considered one of the smartest people around.  But in our society, if you can’t read – you are labeled, and often feel the ridicule of others.

      But Fred did his best, and every night I would help him with his reading and read all his assignments to him.  When he got to high school, he talked of quitting because he just wanted to go work for his Granddaddy at the Pontiac Place.  He said – “I’d rather just go work.”  And I said – “well, you may not want this high school diploma, but we’ve worked too hard and come this far, and you need to stick it out and get it for me.”  So, he said – “Okay, Mama – I will do it for you.”  We were proud on his graduation day – and I think he was glad he stuck it out as well.  As time went on, Fred did get better and better with his reading.  And with that, observing closely as his granddaddy had taught him – and being able more recently to google how to do stuff on YouTube, he was able to continue to learn how to do many things.

      Fred’s friends were not just his age mates.  He made friends with people of all ages.  When he was in middle school, he had the opportunity to be a ball boy for the Georgia Southern Eagles, and this was in their heyday!  He made close friends with the coaches, the players, and especially the managers and trainers – who took him on as one of them.  As a family, we followed the Eagles everywhere so Fred could be on the field with them.

      In 1985, we were thrilled to make in the playoffs, so we rode the with managers and trainers and cheerleaders and some of the scout team members on a the VERY old worn out Eagle bus (a 1954 model) to the playoff game at the University of Northern Iowa.  The bus broke down several times in a blizzard on the way – but we made it.  And they WON!  We didn’t think we could afford to go to the playoff game at RENO – but the managers and trainers and coaches said they would look after Fred if we let him go.  So, we did let him get on that plane with them.  I later heard that he got quite an education there by observing all the goings on.  Oh well, we might not have made the best decision on that one – but he was thrilled.  We did all make the trip to Tacoma, Washington where we won that first National Championship.  And Fred was dancing with the players in the locker room after the game.  Erk Russell took a special liking to Fred – and he had the privilege of carrying Erk’s headphones – following him around all over the sidelines.  And he learned some stuff from Erk as well, like how even the person at the top – stays out in the rain to put the equipment away.  So – though he had trouble with learning some things during his school years, he learned many more valuable lessons that were good for him throughout his life.

      In addition to his love for his many friends, Fred loved his family.  Before his Page grandparents died, we could rely on Fred to help us with them, though he was pretty young to be in that kind of situation.  He was just dependable for things like helping with sick folks.  So, his dad or I would take him with us when we went over to care for them.  And he was so kind to them and did not complain about having to spend his time with sick, old folks.

      And how he did love his Granddaddy JG and Granny Chris.  They were like another set of parents to him – except – I have to admit – better parents than his dad and me.  He was SO devoted to them and they to him, as well.  I wasn’t jealous of their relationship – and I don’t think their other family members were either.  We all just knew that there seemed to be some kind of natural bond there that is hard to explain.  Fred recently took Mama on Daddy’s birthday – like he had so many times before – out to his gravesite.  And he shared once again that he wanted to be buried by his granddaddy.  We were hoping that would be a long time in the future, but we will honor those wishes today.

      Now, even though Fred gave and received much love in his life, it wasn’t an easy life.  As most of you know, Fred struggled with a terrible addiction to meth.  I think it started because he wanted to work so hard and found out he could just work – day and night – with this drug.

      But of course, it may start out that way, but then it moves to a place of devastation.  The addiction put all of us and Fred through some hell.  But Fred was able to overcome and have lots of good years before he would slip again – and again cause pain for himself and others.  I was so appreciative of his relationship with his second wife, Suzanne, who seemed to be able to keep him safely away from anything that would cause him to slip.  But even she was not able to do that perfectly, especially if things were rough for Fred for whatever reason.  Suzanne asked me to read these words:

      I cannot begin to put all of my feelings into words. The day I met Fred, my heart skipped a beat and I wasn’t sure what that meant at the time. I soon realized I had fallen in love with a man that I can tell you was loving, loved God and his family, caring, kind, handsome, brilliant, hard-working creative and dependable…the list goes son. Fred would always put others ahead of himself and I was quick to remind him that he needed to look after Fred too. I would soon marry and send many years with the love of my life and my best friend. Although we were living separate lives, we remained soulmates in our hearts, and understood each other like no one else, even during ups and downs. I hope I brought as much joy to his life as he brought to mine. My heart and life will never be the same without his presence, as I will miss and love him always and forever. RIP. Love Always, Suzanne

      He had a slip again in November of 2018 when he ran into old friends who were still on that path at a convenience store in Statesboro.  But this time, he vowed not to let it take him down.  He went into treatment immediately and remained clean and sober since then.

      And he tried to make sure others could do that as well.  I received a phone call from someone close to me who told me how much Fred had meant to their family recently.  Her brother had a pretty bad slip with his addiction as well about three months ago – so bad that he almost died.  Fred had been told about it by the authorities and called to give this sister a head’s up and extend his love.  She told me that after that, Fred checked in repeatedly with her and the brother, encouraging him and reinforcing the need to stay sober and be there for his family members.  And it meant the world to them to have Fred give this support.  Now I just happen to know of this because this sister told me.  But I am sure there were countless others that Fred encouraged, time and time again.

      While in treatment, the doctors told Fred that he not only needed to give up the drug, he needed to give up his work.  The granite installation and heavy lifting was taking its toll on his body.  He loved his co-workers and Mr. Tace at Multi-Stone and they loved him like family – but he would need to find other work that would be easier physically and without any toxic dust or fumes, like paint and body work and some of his former kinds of work had been.  So here he was – in mid-life – having to start all over with learning to do something that was not the kind of work that he had been so accustomed to in life.  He was fortunate through his former brother-in-law, Bill Jackson, to find work with the Elite Medical Center in Pooler.  It was a completely different kind of work.  And it would take much study and learning to become a medical technician and do this work.  He put himself into it whole heartedly.  I received a message from the COO of the company that I’d like to read to you.

Hi Ms. Page.
I am very sorry for your loss. Fred has become one of my best friends. Over the past 6 months Fred has accomplished incredible things with our company. He was the hardest worker in the company. He came to work around 7am and didn’t usually leave until 6pm. 

All of our patients loved Fred. In fact, I don’t know anyone who didn’t like Fred. He was just that type of friend you want. Not many people know what Fred accomplished this past year. He was the best technician in our company by far. I was even going to use him to train other medical clinics how to implement acoustic wave and Prp therapy. Fred mastered the science on these therapies. I wouldn’t have traded Fred for any other Technician. He was the best. He also learned HRT, Lab testing and much more. Fred learned how to read and interpret complicated lab testing as it related to our business. Fred would listen to every word and then used it to increase his expertise. Not many people know, but Fred had acquired as much knowledge in our medical field as most Doctors. David and I were going to make Fred the Office Manager and manage the Savannah office while we went and opened new locations. Fred loved his job and finally found something that not only did he enjoy, but it was a business he excelled in. Fred was a big part of our success and was a big part of our future. It is sad that Fred is not here because he was about to make it bigtime. He will be tremendously missed by me and all of our employees. I thought you would like to know how much your son had become a success and that he was on his way to big things. 

If there is anything I could for you and your family, please do not hesitate to contact me. Please know you and your family are in my thoughts.
Dane Woodruff

I’m so grateful for that very positive affirmation of Fred’s hard work and love.

      Fred made friends not just in person – but online.  He loved to share funny meme’s and funny stories online with friends and family.  He also was a member of an online Bible Study Group.  These folks lived all over the South – and just got together in person once in a while.  But he loved them all – especially his friend Jackie Helton.  And he was devoted to that Bible Study – often saying – I have to go back home now because I have to get online and not miss my Bible Study.  Again, these folks tell me that Fred was full of love and would do anything for them.

      I’ve heard from his co-workers from Multi-Stone (like James Sawyer) and elsewhere who say the same thing.  Many of them think of Fred as their best friend – and “like a brother.”

      Of course, Fred’s real brother John was such a treasure to him.  John moved to Ellabell, Georgia and invited Fred to come live with him since it would be much closer to his work in Pooler than the place he was living in Glynn County.  And Fred moved his dogs Rufus and Suzie Q there with him, and they shared that home and it meant so much to him and to John to have that time together.  Now when they were children, they didn’t always get along.  But as adults – you couldn’t ask for a more loving relationship than John’s and Fred’s.  I am so grateful that John moved back to Georgia and could be with Fred.  They loved one another SO dearly.

      After moving to Ellabell, Fred also found a church nearby that he started attending.  Although he had his online church, I was so glad he found the Black Creek Holy Church of God – and Pastor Stan and his family and church members.  He immediately fell in love with them and they with him.  That’s the way it was with Fred – so easy for him to love others and so easy for them to love him.  He told me he especially loved the music at the church – and I’m so glad that we can share in music today.

      Fred was a man of faith who was not afraid to die.  He loved all of us, and was enjoying being with his grandmother, his parents, aunts and uncles, close friends, his brothers, and of course his sons JD and Thomas, and those precious grandchildren -Alayna and Alec.  He would have wanted to be with us longer.  But he also so dearly loved his granddaddy and he looked forward to one day going to heaven to be with him.

      So, we mourn the loss of Fred today.  He is no longer here in a bodily presence.  But I fully believe that the love that we share with others lives on and on.  It’s the one thing that death cannot take away.  Fred’s love will remain with us forever – as will our love for Fred.  I’d like to close by having you sing this little song with me for Fred.  I’ll sing a line then you sing it after me.
“Listen, listen, listen to our heart song” (they repeat)
“We will never forget you, we will always love you.” (they repeat)
Sing it one more time with me – You sing each line twice.  The first line is: “listen, listen, listen to our heart song” and the second line is:  “We will never forget you – we will always love you.”
(Sing again).

So May it Be.  Amen.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

A Place for Gratitude





I invite you to close your eyes and visualize what we often refer to as the first Thanksgiving in America – the one along the shores of the Massachusetts Bay with the Pilgrims and their Native American neighbors in 1621.  And it’s okay to visualize like you were taught in Elementary School.  (Open eyes)  What did you see? Tell me.





Some of that may be true and other parts have been added in the tradition.  For example:

It wasn’t actually “the first Thanksgiving.”  Both Native Americans and Europeans had been having all kinds of harvest thanksgiving festivals for ages.  And there were others noted in our history which some consider our first Thanksgiving – like after the Thanksgiving festival that was proclaimed in Massachusetts in 1647 – after the massacre of the Pequot people.
  

But the 1621 feast is what people later looked back on and lifted up in the history books.  The holiday wasn’t made official until 1863, when President Abraham Lincoln declared it as a kind of thank you for the Civil War victories in Vicksburg, MS and Gettysburg PA.  


Another myth may be the make up of the menu – turkey and sweet potato pie!  Probably not.  There was no mention of turkey at the 1621 bounty – and there was no pie (they had no oven or flour) – and no sweet potatoes.  It IS recorded that the Wampanoag natives brought five deer to the feast and the Pilgrims went out for wild fowl so there may have been wild fowl as well – possibly ducks, or geese or turkey. 

In our elementary school plays – the pilgrims invite the Indians – there’s no mention of an invitation.  Perhaps the leaders decided together – as some form of diplomacy to join their harvest feasts.  They do mention the games though – so all is well.


The role of Sqanto is also complicated.  He wasn’t just some native coming out of the woods to help.  He was more like their savior.  Tisquantum – known as Squanto was a part of the Patuxet, a band of the Wampanoag tribe who had previously lived right where the Pilgrims settled – Plymouth.  He was captured by the English in 1614 and sold into slavery – first in Spain, then in England.  While in England, he learned to speak English – and was able to catch a ride back to his homeland.  But when he got back – he found that all of his people in the little village were dead of the plague – brought to them by the Europeans.  Nevertheless, when the Pilgrims showed up in that deserted place, he sort of adopted them - assisted them, translated for them, taught them how to grow corn and more.  


SO – why do we bother to lift-up this little band of Europeans – and why am I sharing about this here at a Unitarian Universalist Congregation?  Well folks, these are our spiritual ancestors.  The little church they formed there in Plymouth is the Unitarian Universalist Church, the oldest one in America.



The one there now is the First Parrish Meeting House of 1899 – built to replace a church that was burned.  Our former members, Pauline and Bob, are members of this church.


This little band of settlers didn’t have an easy time of it. They were severely persecuted back in Scrooby England.  William Bradford, the first Governor of the new colony, describes what life was like for the Separatists in England:

They could not long continue in any peaceable condition, but were hunted and persecuted on every side, so as their former afflictions were but as flea-bitings in comparison with those now came upon them… Some were taken and clapt up in prison. Others had their houses besett and wacht night and day, and hardly escaped their hands. And the most were faine to flie and leave their houses and habitations, and the means of their livelihood. Yet, seeing themselves thus molested, and that there was no hope of their continuance there, by a joynt consent, they resolved to goe into the Low Countries, where they heard was freedom of religion for all.

So - These separatists left for religious freedom – or freedom from the Church of England.  They first settled in lowlands of Holland – but became concerned as their children began to pick up the Dutch language and Dutch Ways – so they went back to England and prepared to set out for a new home in the New World – hoping to land in the Virginia area, but end up 300 miles north.

Here’s a short video clip about the trip.

VIDEO

They end up in the little settlement that was formerly the home of Squanto’s tribe.  And strived to do their best to make it through the winter.  It’s bitter and hard – and only half of them make it through.  But, they end up learning from Squanto, having a good summer crop, and deciding to celebrate a year after their initial arrival. 

In his musing about this, Rev. Scott Alexander writes:

It is spiritually important that we not romanticize that first American Thanksgiving as some carefree festival of reckless joy. With apologies to Hallmark and my well-meaning fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Daley, the Pilgrims seated at that first Thanksgiving table were haggard survivors—exhausted men and women still thin and weak, wearing little more than rags. Yes, they were grateful to have endured, to be sure, but looming over whatever happy feelings they mustered must have lingered incredibly deep measures of grief and fear.

It’s a miracle of the heart that those pilgrims could even think of giving thanks to God, or celebrating life’s bounty with their Wampanoag neighbors. No one could have really blamed them if, as the first anniversary of their arrival in America approached, they had decided to hold a service of mourning for the dead and withdrawn into their own sadness in the gathering autumnal darkness.

It seems to me that what makes the real Thanksgiving story so remarkable is not the joy which the Pilgrims and Wampanoags shared on that day, but rather that their painful backdrop of grief was not allowed to block out their celebration. What makes that first American harvest festival so nobly instructive is our remembering the profound depths of misery which preceded the Pilgrim’s decision to celebrate and share. Somehow they were able to choose gratitude over bitterness, generosity over greed, thanksgiving over self-pity.


And that is why I chose to share about this First Thanksgiving to begin my message that responds to the question:  What are we here for?  The response today is – to grow gratitude.  And our spiritual ancestors provide a good example for us.

These Thanksgiving pilgrims had endured terrible hardships and had another, perhaps, terrible winter before them that November.   Yet – they chose to focus on gratitude. 

Now these Pilgrims did not have the research to back up their actions as beneficial – they were just grateful folks.  But unlike our spiritual ancestors, we UU’s (who love good evidence) DO have significant research pointing to the positive outcomes of expressing gratitude.


I went to the Harvard Medical School site to get this information to share with you, so hopefully you’ll deem it credible.

Two psychologists, Dr. Robert A. Emmons of the University of California, Davis, and Dr. Michael E. McCullough of the University of Miami, have done much of the research on gratitude. In one study, they asked all participants to write a few sentences each week, focusing on particular topics.

One group wrote about things they were grateful for that had occurred during the week. A second group wrote about daily irritations or things that had displeased them, and the third wrote about events that had affected them (with no emphasis on them being positive or negative). After 10 weeks, those who wrote about gratitude were more optimistic and felt better about their lives. Surprisingly, they also exercised more and had fewer visits to physicians than those who focused on sources of aggravation.

Another leading researcher in this field, Dr. Martin E. P. Seligman, a psychologist at the University of Pennsylvania, tested the impact of various positive psychology interventions on 411 people, each compared with a control assignment of writing about early memories. When their week's assignment was to write and personally deliver a letter of gratitude to someone who had never been properly thanked for his or her kindness, participants immediately exhibited a huge increase in happiness scores. This impact was greater than that from any other intervention, with benefits lasting for a month.

Of course, studies such as this one cannot prove cause and effect. But most of the studies published on this topic support an association between gratitude and an individual's well-being.

Other studies have looked at how gratitude can improve relationships. For example, a study of couples found that individuals who took time to express gratitude for their partner not only felt more positive toward the other person but also felt more comfortable expressing concerns about their relationship.

(And there were other studies that described how gratitude motivated folks in their workplace)

There are some notable exceptions to the generally positive results in research on gratitude. One study found that middle-aged divorced women who kept gratitude journals were no more satisfied with their lives than those who did not. Another study found that children and adolescents who wrote and delivered a thank-you letter to someone who made a difference in their lives may have made the other person happier — but did not improve their own well-being. This finding suggests that gratitude is an attainment associated with emotional maturity.

I hated writing thank-you notes when I was a child.  I can assure you that it did not make me happier.  But in my old age, perhaps I have developed that emotional maturity – or just have more wisdom.  And I am learning – that when I incorporate a discipline – a practice – of expressing gratitude, IT DOES help me – and I hope the folks I’m thanking.


Did you get a thank you note from me this week?  I sat down and for three or four days – made thank you cards for each person who submitted a pledge to us this year.  And as I drew or colored in your chalice or whatever I put on your card, I purposely thought about you and the gifts you bring to this congregation – and to me personally.  With each stroke, I felt and expressed the gratitude – as I did when I wrote the note. 

Here are some other practices in addition to writing notes that the folks at Harvard suggest.

Thank someone mentally. No time to write? It may help just to think about someone who has done something nice for you, and mentally thank the individual – even if they’ve already gone to that great beyond.  I invite you to do this now.

Another, of course, is to Keep a gratitude journal. Make it a habit to write down or share with a loved one thoughts about the gifts you've received each day.  Some folks do that as a blessing at dinner with their loved ones.


(Sing) “Count your many blessings name them one by one”

Pick a time every week to sit down and write about your blessings — reflecting on what went right or what you are grateful for. Sometimes it helps to pick a number — such as three to five things — that you will identify each week. As you write, be specific and think about the sensations you felt when something good happened to you. – (Like the poet Alexander thinking about that butter.)

And finally Pray. People who are religious can use prayer to cultivate gratitude. And/or Meditate. Mindfulness meditation involves focusing on the present moment without judgment. Although people often focus on a word or phrase (such as "peace"), it is also possible to focus on what you're grateful for (the warmth of the sun, a pleasant sound, etc.).

Now sometimes it’s HARD to focus on our blessings when life is hitting us hard.  I don’t want to be all Pollyanna and say that you don’t feel the hurt, the pain, the bitterness.  Of COURSE you do.  Of course I DO.  And that’s why I look to stories like the first Thanksgiving to motivate me.

These Unitarian Universalist spiritual ancestors and the Native folks had ALL been through countless hells, lost loved ones, experienced sickness, starvation, and deep, deep grief.  Yet on that day in November 1621 – they came together to share their food and their gratitude – and all were better for it.

Some say that as Unitarian Universalists, we have no Central religious faith practice as other Religions do.  Rev, Galen Guengerich addressed this in a sermon at All Souls New York in 2007 entitled, The Heart of Our Faith.  He said:

I realize the idea of faith as a discipline may also sound like heresy to many Unitarian Universalists. Unless our faith is mere intellectual affectation, however, the defining element of our faith must be a daily practice of some kind. What kind of practice? For Jews, the defining discipline is obedience: To be a faithful Jew is to obey the commands of God. For Christians, the defining discipline is love: To be a faithful Christian is to love God and to love your neighbor as yourself. For Muslims, the defining discipline is submission: To be a faithful Muslim is to submit to the will of Allah.

And what of us? What should be our defining religious discipline? While obedience, love, and even submission each play a vital role in the life of faith (says Guengerich), my current conviction is that our defining discipline should be gratitude. In the same way that Judaism is defined by obedience, Christianity by love, and Islam by submission, I believe that Unitarian Universalism should be defined by gratitude.

I like that as a central practice for Unitarian Universalism.  Being Grateful.

So this week especially – let us commit to that practice and ethic of gratitude.  And let us start today by being grateful for what we find here – at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Statesboro. 

On Friday, I wrote to our listserv and to our Facebook group asking folks to help me compose a liturgy of gratitude – and I’m grateful that many of you responded.  I’ve taken your responses and summarized and edited them into this little liturgyy for us.  I’ll share some of the things mentioned – and your response will simply be “We are so grateful.”



For a wonderful meetinghouse without a mortgage – that is in a great location:

We are SO grateful.

For good worship services and programs provided every Sunday morning.

We are SO grateful.

For a UU Church home away from home for some folks, who are greeted with deep smiles and “Welcome Back” and “Nice to see you again.”

We are SO Grateful.

For the good folks who get here early and prepare coffee and refreshments every Sunday without fail.

We are SO Grateful.

For those who have accepted leadership positions on the board and in committees and given more than their share of time, talents, and treasure to this congregation

We are SO Grateful.

For a place where everyone’s gifts are valued –

We are SO Grateful.

For the interesting and caring people we meet here, and the friendships we make

We are SO Grateful.

For teachers and childcare folks who give their love and time to our children while teaching and modeling our principles and values,

We are SO Grateful.
For parents and grandparents who get up on Sunday in time to get themselves and their child or children to church, contributing their energy to our synergy, enlarging our village and enriching us all.

We are SO Grateful.


For the folks who work in the broader community on behalf of our congregation to bring nourishment, peace, justice and love to all.

We are SO Grateful.


For our shared ministry – including our professional minister, our pastoral associate, and many other lay folks who contribute to our ministry –


We are SO Grateful.

And for the creation of 

A Place for Community

A Place to respond to the injustices of the world

A place to share our time, talents, and treasure

A place to celebrate who we are!.

A Place to honor life and death.

A Place to simply Love One Another. 

AND a place to GROW Gratitude!

We are SO Grateful


May it Continue to Be So!