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Eulogy for Sarah McGettrick

The following eulogy was shared by Rev. Jane Page at the Celebration of Life service for Sarah Larson McGettrick on  October 30, 2017 in Brunswick, GA

Sarah Larson McGettrick sprung forth into this world on March 11, 1975 in a place in Arkansas so appropriately named for someone like Sarah – Eureka Springs!  For indeed her life would exhibit the exhilaration for many of the Eureka Experience and she had a personality that bubbled forth as a spring.  We give thanks to her parents Al and Lynn for choosing that very appropriate location for the birth their amazing daughter. 

Now if you knew Sarah, you know of her creativity and imagination. And that began very early as a young child when she created three imaginary brothers, Tonto, Poldark and Jeffrey Charles. That last name was bestowed upon her real live brother when he arrived when she was four. Jeff, aren’t you glad they did not choose one of the other names for you?

Now Eureka Springs was not only Sarah’s birthplace, it is where she grew up – attending the public schools there and the Eureka Unitarian Universalist Fellowship.  What a marvelous beginning to this marvelous life! 

Sarah graduated from Cottey College and the University of Arkansas and on December 21, 1996 – married that great love of her life, Bobby McGettrick.  They have shared that wondrous love with lots of fun, laughter, and adventure for 21 years. 

Bobby had a career in the U.S. Air Force, so marrying him meant a significant change for someone who had spent her childhood and youth in the same town.   Like other military families, they learned how to pack up and move their lives into new places – living at five different military bases during his Air Force career.  One of those places has a special memory – Altus Air Force Base in Altus, OK – for it was here that Sarah and Bobby added the other love of their lives, and that, of course was Sydney. 

Living in different places means being up for new adventures, and Sarah was always one up for new adventures.  But we also need some continuity in our lives.  And one place Sarah found that was within Unitarian Universalism.  As noted earlier, Sarah was raised in the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship in her hometown of Eureka Springs, and she sought out other UU congregations when she and Bobby would move.  She has been a member of five congregations and has wondrously contributed to all of them – serving as president of a large congregation in Davis California before her move here to serve with us in Brunswick. 

And before each move, she used UU connections in her planning.  Sally Revoille shared this with example me.  She writes –

 “I was privileged to have been Sarah’s first contact at UUCG.  She emailed me maybe six months before their move, asking about schools, neighborhoods, etc.   Her organizational skills and mature presence were obvious immediately, given the ordered, sensible manner in which she was preparing for the move.   The prospect of having this clever, measured young woman as a member of UUCG was exciting.  And over her years with us, she proved repeatedly that we were truly fortunate that she, Bobby and Sydney had moved here.” 

Sally was right.  What a blessing she has been to our congregation!  Suzanne has shared some of that and many others could contribute as well. Her latest effort to make sure our children had a safe place to play and move outside is coming together as we continue to raise funds for what we have named “Sarah’s Playground.”  We thank family members for helping us honor and remember Sarah for requesting this project for memorial gifts. 

Now folks – I’ve been around a lot of Unitarian Universalists, and I know of no one who has exemplified our faith and our principles more than Sarah McGettrick – from that first principle of affirming the inherent worth and dignity of every person to that seventh principle regarding the interdependent web of life of which we are all a part.  Sarah lived these principles and fought for the values of peace, liberty and justice for all – even our animal companions; maybe I should say especially our animal companions. 

If you visited the McGettricks, you were also going to be visiting some furry fellows.  At their peak, the McGettricks boasted two dogs, three cats, and two rats!  And they often fostered “problem pets” till they were adoptable – even sheltering a foster mama cat and her litter of kittens during a hurricane. 

But Sarah could manage a small zoo in her home because she was tough.  She grew up in Girl Scouts and loved scouting, camping and organizing activities which let naturally to her careers as a Recreational Therapist and Personal Fitness Trainer.   She was always looking for a new challenge and we were amazed that she completed her credentials as a Fitness Trainer after her diagnosis. 

She specialized in working with people with physical challenges, helping them to become stronger and reduce discomfort.  Her motto was “Keep Moving.”  Vicki and Lou Monti were two of her clients.  Vicki shared with me that they took yoga classes from Sarah and that she visited their home to provide recreational and physical therapy, always knowing the right exercises for their needs – and the right way for them to remember what to do!  Vicki said: “Every time I ‘lead’ with my heart in order to straighten my stooped posture I will think of our sweet Sarah.” Indeed, Sarah led with her heart – in more ways than one.  Here are a couple examples.

Dana and Johneya Beckham remember the first time they met the McGettricks at UUFS.  Dana wrote: “Sarah was just a sweet little soul.  I held lil Jay (he was 4 months at the time) in my arms.  Sarah reached for the baby and held him during the entire time.  I would notice her kissing his sweet little cocoa cheeks (as she would say).  She thought he was adorable just as we did.  I am going to miss her warm hugs and her mellow, sweet, and gentle spirit.” ­

Joanne Wilson shared a memory from this past summer when she came down with a bad back.  She said: “Sarah brought food to me!  She had just learned there were no new or different treatments for her cancer.  Sarah knew her death was imminent, but she was intent on helping me. She never stopped caring about others; she did not complain or give up.  Sarah will never be absent to people who loved her.” Others remember her positive attitude and great smile that could brighten anyone’s day.  But now – I don’t want to leave the impression that Sarah was always bright and cheerful. She could get upset – and could express that directly.  As MLK stated, there are some things in life for which we all should be maladjusted.  Here’s a posting from Sarah’s Facebook page after the Charlottesville activities by white supremacists. She wrote: “These people have been emboldened. Every white ally needs to be ready to step up and speak out when things like this happen in their communities. I will not accept this type of intolerance as appropriate free speech. This is intentional intimidation and a hate crime. To the people who participated in this shameful act, crawl back under the rock you were living under until 45 came on the scene and whipped up the hatred and anger you used to keep secret.”  Go Sarah – tell it! So yeah, she had some righteous indignation – and we all should.  But she never let it consume her like some folks do.  Instead she would let it motivate her to do more good in the world – bring more peace, kindness and joy to others.  Sarah had a ZEST for living, and she passed that on to others. Sarah was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer October 14, 2014 – just a little over three years ago. And even with that diagnosis, she followed her own motto – and kept moving.  In more recent days that moving was from a wheelchair that her family members would use to push Sarah around the neighborhood, so she could enjoy the outdoors that she loved so much.  And on Oct 27 - when she could no longer even move in this way – she moved on!  One of her friends in sharing condolences with the family on Facebook wrote that she always tried to live her life like Sarah – to Be like Sarah.  Although that may be difficult for some of us, I think that’s a wonderful goal to have.  Be like Sarah. Fight like Sarah.  Move like Sarah.  Love like Sarah! Some folks measure a life by how many years one lives – how many candles we have on our birthday cake.  And for many of us, it’s a fire hazard.  Because of this, some may say that Sarah’s life was “cut short” – that she didn’t live a full life.  But I disagree.  If we measure life instead my what we contribute to this world, by the love and care we share with others, by the difference we make, then Sarah ran past most of us a long time ago.  And now she’s broken through that ribbon and made it to finish line.  And I say we should Cheer her Victorious Life – literally.  Hip, Hip – Hooray.  Hip, Hip – Hooray.  Hip, Hip – Hooray! Yay Sarah!  You lived and lived well! In closing, I’d like for all of us to invite Sarah’s love – that Spirit of Life and Love that she shared so freely, to fill our souls.  And we are going to do this by having the UUs among us who know this – help me sing – “Spirit of Life.” And others can listen and mediate upon these words –of sing with us.  The words are in your order of service.  Invite this spirit into your heart and soul. Sing Spirit of Life, come unto me. Sing in my heart all the stirrings of compassion. Blow in the wind, rise in the sea; Move in the hand, giving life the shape of justice. Roots hold me close; wings set me free; Spirit of Life, come to me, come to me.

Place your hand on heart. Feel her love.  It’s there – and always will be.  We will all miss Sarah – oh yes, we will.  But when you do, put your hand over your heart and feel her love within you.  It’s a part of you now.  Let it guide you, comfort you, and inspire you.  That is what Sarah would want.  May it be so.  Amen.

Ministry on the Side of Love

When I was in seminary, one of our requirements was to read Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Divinity School Address. 

In it, he was addressing the Harvard graduates –

the soon to be ministers who would fill our Unitarian pulpits. 

And he had some harsh words to describe

what he was experiencing in the pulpits at that time.

Most of the ministers had been taught to lead worship

and preach the word in a formal manner –

providing rituals, exposition and explanation as an expertly trained theologian,

 but not as a human being.  ­ Here is an excerpt from Emerson’s address:

“Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist,

then is the worshiper defrauded and disconsolate.

We shrink as soon as the prayers begin,

which do not uplift, but smite and offend us.

We are fain to wrap our cloaks about us, and secure,

as best we can, a solitude that hears not.

 I once heard a preacher who sorely tempted me to say,

 I would go to church no more…. 

A snow storm was falling around us.

The snow storm was real; the preacher merely spectral;

 and the eye felt the sad contrast in looking at him,

and then out of the window behind him, into the beautiful meteor of the snow.

 He had lived in vain.

He had no one word intimating that he had laughed or wept,

 was married or in love, had been commended, or cheated, or chagrined.

If he had ever lived and acted, we were none the wiser for it.

The capital secret of his profession, namely, to convert life into truth,

 he had not learned.

Not one fact in all his experience, had he yet imported into his doctrine.

 This man had ploughed, and planted, and talked, and bought, and sold;

he had read books; he had eaten and drunken; his head aches; his heart throbs;

he smiles and suffers; yet was there not a surmise, a hint, in all the discourse,

that he had ever lived at all. Not a line did he draw out of real history.

The true preacher can be known by this, that he deals out to the people his life, — life passed through the fire of thought.”

Well, I took that lesson Emerson tried to teach to heart – and I have shared from my own experiences and my own truth – not too much I hope though.  Because the other extreme of this preacher that Emerson observed – is the one who is too self-absorbed in her own drama – and pulls from nothing but personal experience.  That too – can be very frustrating.  So hopefully I’ve found a balance when ministering to you folks.  But today, just today – since you are installing me as your minister, I am going to share a bit more with you about my own background, the influences of family in my life that have shaped me, as well as my evolutionary calling to ministry and my efforts to m­­­inister with you and others on the Side of Love!

First – I must lift up my family – especially my parents,

 for they were a great influence.

My parents, JG and Christine Altman, taught me to work.

 They were both workaholics

and their strong work ethic was preached daily in our household. 

My dad was a car dealer and farmer and my mother was a beautician. 

Both were well known in the community as good, hard-working folks. 

They were examples of how folks could “work their way up”

to having the “American” way of life, including home ownership, a nice car,

 and decent clothes for their children. 

My dad used to say I could have anything I wanted. 

I just had to know how much to want. 

And indeed, I never did really want to join the Country Club or wear fine jewelry, so our lifestyle was fine with me.

In addition to a strong work ethic,

my mother provided a model of a woman

who could “be someone” in her own right.

 In addition to being a wife and mother,

she was the best beautician in Statesboro. 

She would start with the first customer at 6:30 a.m. and work till 6 or 7 at night.  That was in the days of “standing appointments,”

and people waited till someone moved or died

so that they could get a standing appointment with my mom.

 I was proud of her. 

And since I spent a lot of time working in the beauty shop, sweeping up the hair, handing rollers to mama, mixing shampoo, folding the towels, answering the phone and making the appointments, and keeping the books,

I learned from my mom a lot about how to treat people. 

My mother was almost always kind to everyone, even when she was tired. 

Mama was a compassionate woman. 

She really cared about the people, not just the money they paid her.  

My mom also gave me a love for books. 

She would come home from work and do cooking and cleaning

then she would read to me and she would read her own books. 

So I learned from my mom that books were magical and wonderful.

 And indeed, I am a very different person than most of my friends

from elementary and high school because I read.

My dad loved cars.  Sometimes we thought he loved cars more than us. 

We didn’t dare get a scratch or dent on a car.

 (Note:  If I get a dent on my car now, I wear it as a badge of independence.)    

My dad was concerned with what people thought. 

He and my brother had huge fights over the length of my brother’s hair in the 60's.  He would force my brother to cut his hair.  No dents there either.  

My dad was a very conservative man. 

Of course, that’s not unusual for this region. 

Racism, sexism, homophobia, and xenophobia were dominant

when I was growing up and my dad fully adopted this way of life.  

He had a hard time expressing his love for me,

 till he got Alzhiemers and didn’t even know who I was.

 Then he was loving everybody!

In her wonderful book To the lighthouse and back, my friend Mary Doll said,

 “We spend half our lives trying to understand ourselves

by getting over the influence of our parents.  But that is not the point. 

The point is to understand how we are like our parents,

despite our difference with them. 

We come from ancestors so there is no use pretending we have birthed ourselves.”   Indeed, I am like my parents. 

I’m hard working, compassionate, and I try to fix all the dents in my life

(except the one on my car).

I married when I was 17, right out of high school.

 I married Fred Page, another very conservative man.

 (Hey, I was in South Georgia!) 

And then I hurried.  I was efficient!  I finished college in three years,

got a teaching position at the local elementary school,

 had my two babies in my early twenties,

and had my doctorate and a faculty position

at the local university before I turned 29. 

My husband Fred and I went through school together.  

He was a poor student.  Then I came along and fixed that dent. 

He has a doctorate in education also. 

We were active in First Baptist Church of Statesboro. 

My husband became a deacon at age 28.  I was proud of him. 

He was a good man, but like most of us – had his weaknesses.

 He said I was the strong one.  So I was the martyr.

 I took care of his sick parents and our children’s problems.

 He took care of a female graduate student

he was teaching down here in Brunswick, Ga.

 I forgave him and protected him.  (Mustn’t let anyone find out he was flawed!)  Later he fell in love with another young woman and wallowed in his misery.

 His depression was unbearable for us all.

Like the Buddha, I finally woke up and filed for divorce in early 1998

after almost 30 years of marriage.  Glory Hallelujah for us all! 

Now - My ex-husband is a very special friend.  I had married a good man.

 Not perfect, but a good man all the same. 

He’s still basically the same man I married.   He didn’t change. 

I did (and I’m glad).  We have two sons, now middle-aged.

 They are very different from each other.  One is a conservative, country boy.

 The other is rather liberal like his mom. 

They have had their share of difficulties in life –

and I’ve learned a whole lot about addictions, mental health and more

 as we’ve grown together.  I love them both and we are very close.

They teach me daily.

 And of course, now I’ve added Greg Brock and his children – plus two grandsons and a great-granddaughter to my brood.  So I am very blessed.

And -- What a wonderful gift Greg Brock has been ---

and one of the best things about Greg is – he’s a Unitarian Universalist!

My call to Unitarian Universalist Ministry was a slow process of evolution. 

Just as humans have slowly evolved from other primates, mammals, and vertebrates – indeed from the origins of life itself,

so has my call to ministry evolved.

When I was very young,

I was often reminded that I had survived a terrible head injury at age 3 and 1/2. 

According to my parents, I was supposed to have died,

but “the doctors and the good Lord” saved me.

  I felt special and I thought that God must really love me. 

Perhaps the messages directly and indirectly given to me

about my special circumstances provided me

with the same spiritual sense of calling that Samuel had. 

Samuel had been given to the prophet Eli to be raised

as a special man of God when he was very young.  

With the reinforcement of his special circumstances by his loving mother

and the prophet Eli, Samuel answered his calling:

1 Samuel 1:10 states:  Now the LORD came and stood there, c

alling as before, ‘Samuel! Samuel!’ And Samuel said, ‘Speak, for your servant is listening.’

Although I did not hear the audible voice of God as a child,

 I did talk to God every night.  Then I would look out of my bedroom window, which framed the steeple of my church.

 That picture was my response from God. 

The steeple pointing high into the night sky symbolized that God was with me.

  So the initial theological context for my calling

was traditional monotheism featuring a loving God.

In my later childhood my knowledge and understanding of Jesus’ love for me became the primary motivator for my desire to serve.

 I asked Jesus to come into my heart when I was nine years old.

 I listened to the stories of Jesus’ love for others

and his encouragement that we live that love. 

Reading his teachings from the New Testament motivated me to serve others.

From Matthew 25:

³⁵For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, ³⁶I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me….⁴⁰Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family,^* you did it to me.”

I did not understand the concept of the Trinity.  It did not make sense to me. 

But I accepted it anyway. 

My theological context shifted to one

 in which the life and teachings of Jesus became my primary focus.

 I tried to follow Jesus’ teachings by actions such as befriending the poorest girl in my class at school and giving my beloved dolls away.

  I also sought opportunities to teach others during our “Youth Week” activities.  Preaching was out of the question for girls.  

And I didn’t question that practice.

However, that “non-questioning” changed when I reached adolescence.

 This awareness came through my school studies. 

More specifically, in the eighth grade, I was introduced to Norse Mythology. 

We did a complete unit on this mythology and

learned many of the associated stories. 

Because I had already been studying the stories presented in the Bible,

I came to the realization that much of what I was reading at school was similar.

 In fact, many of these Old Testament stories were also myths—

stories that were used to explain how the world came to be

and why things happened as they did.

 I no longer could believe that the Bible was literally true. 

Then in the tenth grade, I fell in love with biology.

 I was especially intrigued with what I learned about chromosomes and genes.  And the story of evolution was one that I could believe.

 I felt much more confident about my scientific understanding

than my theological understanding. 

While my theological identity may have been in flux,

my commitment to organized religion never faltered.

 I continued to be active in my church and continued to pursue my calling.

  I even had the opportunity to preach during my college years. 

The Baptist Student Union sent a team out to the prison labor camp each Sunday.  During the summer, my husband and I would be the only team members s

ince most of the other students went back to their hometowns.

 I was supposed to play the piano while he preached. 

But he didn’t really like to get up in front of folks, so I did both.

 And we didn’t tell anyone!

 Since I had the wrong body parts for considering preaching as a calling

 as a Southern Baptist, I did the next best thing and became a teacher.

My theology for the next 20 years continued to evolve,

 becoming more liberal—even as my church and denomination

were becoming more conservative.

 I closeted my beliefs (and non-beliefs) and continued to serve in ways

that I felt were authentic for me

As my own denomination moved to the right,

 I began reading Christian literature that was more liberal

 to attempt to find a way to maintain my views and still be a Christian.

 After exploring various concepts,

 I finally went back to what I was taught as a child: God is love.

 I could not believe in a supernatural, intentional being for some reason.

  But I could believe in the power of love. 

So I began to translate “God” as the power of love

and I accepted Jesus as a prime example.

After my divorce in 1998,

 I felt the desire to explore my spirituality and theology more intensely.

  I had already left the Baptist church and had moved my membership

 to a more liberal Methodist church.  But that was still too confining.

 I felt that the only religion that would allow free exploration

was Unitarian Universalism.  I began attending soon after my divorce.

By 2001, I knew that I wanted to answer the call

that I had been receiving most of my life.

  I applied to Meadville Lombard and began my ministerial studies.

 I completed my work and was ordained ten years ago

by the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Statesboro

and they also installed me as their minister serving half-time. 

When I was in seminary, folks would share with me their lack of understanding about why I would return and minister in a place like southeast Georgia. 

But this ministry – in this place – is also part of my calling.

 I strongly feel that it’s important to share our liberal religious values

here in this region –

and perhaps it’s even good for that to be shared with a Southern accent.

 So here I am.

 Now answering YOUR call to serve this congregation and this area as well.

I have chosen “Ministry on the Side of Love” as the theme for my installation – because I believe that our “Standing on the Side of Love” ministry has been so important for Unitarian Universalism in the last several years. 

We’ve used that glorious symbolism of love and compassion

as we have championed LGBTQ rights and immigrant rights –

and as we have worked for a more just criminal justice system.

 And we’ve reached out in LOVE with our financial contributions and volunteer efforts in our community activities, including agencies in Brunswick like: the local chapter of the NAACP, the Glynn Environmental Coalition, the STAR Foundation, Habitat for Humanity, the Golden Isles Arts and Huamnities, FaithWorks and its Sparrows Nest ministry as well as it’s daytime homeless shelter “The Well”, Safe Harbor, the Coastal Coalition for Children, United Way, the Abbott Institute and its activities including the upcoming Fall Forum called, “The Big Conversation” which aims to improve communication among diverse populations in the area, the Early Childhood Literacy Program, the UU Service Committee’s Guest at Your Table Program, our local PFLAG chapter founded by our own Mary Freeman, and the Glynn Environmental Program. 

All of these are worthy organizations and activities – and we appreciate the encouragement we receive by Diane Knight and others

to share generously of our time, talents, and treasure. 

There’s another activity which I want to lift up that some may not view a

s a social justice matter – but it really is. 

And that is the Jazz Nights that we have here in our Sanctuary.  O

ther than sporting events, our community can seem to still be rather segregated.  But these Jazz nights bring us together to enjoy wonderful music.

 And there is some magic happening when folks are enjoying music together.  Something shifts within us in how we connect with those around us.

 And the love that is shared on those occasions reverberates into the community.  So I encourage you to be here for these. 

The next one is Friday, September 23.

Think of it as part of our ministry in this community to show up, be supportive, and participate – ministering together on the Side of Love!

I hope that you’ll come to the installation this afternoon. 

You will hear a great message by my friend Francys Johnson.

And we will celebrate our Shared Ministry on the Side of Love!

May it be so today and for years to come!