Sunday, January 19, 2014

Guest Sermon: A Positive Peace

“I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate … who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice.”
— Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  

Meditation
Our meditation this morning is written by Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who on April 16, 1963 wrote a Letter from a Birmingham jail—an open letter in response to 8 white clergymen who had written a public statement of concern and caution.

“… I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.

You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement, I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that brought about the demonstrations. I am sure that none of you would want to rest content with the superficial kind of social analysis that deals merely with effects and does not grapple with underlying causes. It is unfortunate that demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate that the city's white power structure left the Negro community with no alternative. …

I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress. …

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co workers with God, and without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do right. Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood. Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.”


First Reading
In an op-ed piece from last week’s Jan. 14 New York Times, “Is the United States a Racial Democracy?”  Jason Stanley and Vesla Weaver wrote—

“The Columbia professor Herbert Schneider told the following story about John Dewey. One day, in an ethics course, Dewey was trying to develop a theme about the criteria by which you should judge a culture. After having some trouble saying what he was trying to say, he stopped, looked out the window, paused for a long time and then said, ‘What I mean to say is that the best way to judge a culture is to see what kind of people are in the jails.’ Suppose you were a citizen of another country, looking from the outside at the composition of the United States prison population. Would you think that the formerly enslaved population of the United States was one of the most dangerous groups in history? Or would you rather suspect that tendrils of past mind-sets still remain?”


Second Reading 
From a Jan. 20 2012 New Yorker article, by Adam Gopnik, “The Caging of America.”

“The rate of incarceration in most other rich, free countries, whatever the differences in their histories, is remarkably steady. In countries with Napoleonic justice or common law or some mixture of the two, in countries with adversarial systems and in those with magisterial ones, whether the country once had brutal plantation-style penal colonies, as France did, or was once itself a brutal plantation-style penal colony, like Australia, the natural rate of incarceration seems to hover right around a hundred men per hundred thousand people. (That doesn’t mean it doesn’t get lower in rich, homogeneous countries—just that it never gets much higher in countries otherwise like our own.) It seems that one man in every thousand once in a while does a truly bad thing. All other things being equal, the point of a justice system should be to identify that thousandth guy, find a way to keep him from harming other people, and give everyone else a break.”


Third Reading
by Michelle Alexander, the Preface to her book The New Jim Crow:  Mass incarceration in the age of colorblindness.

“This book is not for everyone.  I have a specific audience in mind—people who care deeply about racial justice but who, for any number of reasons, do not yet appreciate the magnitude of the crisis faced by communities of color as a result of mass incarceration.  In other words, I am writing this book for people like me—the person I was ten years ago.  I am also writing it for another audience—those who have been struggling to persuade their friends, neighbors, relatives, teachers, co-workers, or political representatives that something is eerily familiar about the way our criminal justice system operates, something that looks and feels a lot like an era we supposedly left behind, but who have lacked the facts and data to back up their claims.  It is my hope and prayer that this book empowers you and allows you to speak your truth with greater conviction, credibility, and courage.  Last, but definitely not least, I am writing this book for all those trapped within America’s latest cast system.  You may be locked up or locked out of mainstream society but you are not forgotten.”




“A Positive Peace”
The Rev. Elaine G. Gehrmann,  January 19, 2014

In an article in the Dec. 17, 2013 issue of The Atlantic magazine, Bobby Constantino, a young white former district attorney, who came to see the racial disparities in those who were charged with crimes, decided to undertake his own experiment.  First he walked around Brownsville, a neighborhood in Brooklyn, which was known for its large rate of stop and frisk actions by police.  He was carrying a poster size stencil and two cans of spraypaint, and just possessing those items is a crime in New York.  He walked from Brooklyn to Wall Street all the way to City Hall, passing by approximately 200 policemen, some far away and some close enough to touch.  

He writes,  “Though I was conspicuously casing high-profile public targets while holding graffiti instruments, not one of them stopped, frisked, searched, detained, summonsed, or arrested me. I would have to go further.

“I walked up to the east entrance of City Hall and tagged the words ‘N.Y.P.D. Get Your Hands Off Me’ on a gatepost in red paint. The surveillance video shows me doing this, 20 feet from the police officer manning the gate. I moved closer, within 10 feet of him, and tagged it again. I could see him inside watching video monitors that corresponded to the different cameras.
“As I moved the can back and forth, a police officer in an Interceptor go-cart saw me, slammed on his brakes, and pulled up to the curb behind me. I looked over my shoulder, made eye contact with him, and resumed. As I waited for him to jump out, grab me, or Tase me, he sped away and hung a left, leaving me standing there alone. I’ve watched the video a dozen times and it’s still hard to believe.
“I woke up the next morning and Fox News was reporting that unknown suspects had vandalized City Hall. I went back to the entrance and handed the guard my driver’s license and a letter explaining what I’d done. Several police officers were speaking in hushed tones near the gates, which had been washed clean. I was expecting them to recognize me from eyewitness descriptions and the still shots taken from the surveillance cameras and immediately take me into custody. Instead, the guard politely handed me back my license, explained that I didn’t have an appointment, and turned me away.
“I went home and blogged about the incident, publicizing what I’d done and posting pictures, before returning to the guard tower the next day, and the next, to hand over my license and letter. Each time, the guards saw a young professional in a suit, not the suspect they had in mind, and each time they handed me back my license and turned me away. On my fifth day of trying, a reporter from Courthouse News Service tagged along. At first skeptical, he watched in disbelief as the officer took my license, made a phone call, and sent me on my way. 
“On Friday May 4, 2012, I turned myself in at Manhattan Criminal Court. Two Intelligence Unit detectives arrived and testily walked me outside to a waiting unmarked police car. Court papers show that they’d staked out my apartment to arrest me, and that I unwittingly kept eluding them. In one dramatic instance, two officers had tailed me as I walked down Eastern Parkway. I’d entered the subway station at the Brooklyn Museum, unaware that I was being followed. One of the officers had followed me through the turnstiles while another guarded the exit. The report states that the officers then inexplicably lost contact with me.”

Bobby Constantino didn’t look like a criminal.

On the tv show, What Would You Do, which is a more recent variation of the old show, “Candid Camera,” there is an episode where they set up a hidden camera in a public park,  with a bicycle locked to a sign, and then show an actor going over to the bike and trying to steal the bike, first with a hammer, then saw, then use a large boltcutter to cut off the lock.  They repeat this scenario three different times, with three different actors.  The first actor is a young white male, and several passersby do stop and ask him what he’s doing, and he responds he’s trying to get the lock off the bike, one asks him if it’s his bike, and he responds, not exactly, he then continues and at several points he asks an onlooker if they ‘happen to know whose bike this is?’
In the course of an hour, over 100 people pass by, but only one couple tries to stop him.

The second actor is a young African American man, dressed exactly as the young white man was… and within seconds after beginning to try to remove the lock, an older white man confronts him, and within minutes a crowd gathers, calling the police, and taking photos of him.  They set up the scenario again, and this happens several times, each time involving a number of people yelling at him and calling 911 and reporting him.

The third actor is a young white woman, who is blond and quite attractive…
Not only does no one call the police, several men offer to and insist on helping her remove the bike lock and chain, even as she admits that it’s not her bike… “Please, let me help you steal this…”

The point of the episode is that we do have biases in terms of what we notice and how we interpret what we notice…  we make assumptions about guilt and innocence, criminality, entitlement, and worth.

Many of you know that Axel and I have an international marriage.  Axel was born in Germany, to German parents.  While he recently became an American citizen, he retains the German citizenship he has had all his life.  
However, I bet that most of you don’t know that Axel and I also have an interracial marriage…  Axel is 1/16 black… his great great grandfather  was an African sea captain…and as verified by recent DNA results…  6.25 percent of his DNA is from Africa.
All these years Axel was not only ‘passing’ as American, but also passing as “white”—
During the Jim Crow era in America, during the period of separate but equal, with segregated schools, facilities… in as many as 18 states Axel could have been classified as black, and limited accordingly.

And therefore actually, both of our children, are 1/32 black… which at some times and in some states would also have classified them as black…and denied them certain rights and privileges based on that classification.

I remember I was very surprised when I learned that Homer Plessy, the man who was the plaintiff in the Supreme Court case Plessy v. Ferguson, which created the separate but equal doctrine of legal segregation, which lasted from 1898 - 1954…  Homer Plessy was of Haitian Creole and French descent, and was 1/8 black…  (like Axel’s father)…  and he was chosen to be the test case of the segregated rail cars, because he was white enough to
get on the white train car, but black enough to be in violation of the law.  

Vestiges of the ‘one drop rule’ continue to this day… that somehow whatever portion of African lineage or blackness trumps the purer white ancestry…

The most obvious example of this, is of course, our current president…  how do we so thoughtlessly accept that his having one black parent makes him black, but having one white parent doesn’t make him white.  50-50… but clearly one of those 50% means much more than the other… is more powerful, given the history of race in this country.

In 2008, after Barack Obama’s election, there was a lot of talk of a ‘post racial’ America… that now we could be done with race… that obviously because we had elected a black president…  that clearly race was no longer a limiting factor in our society…

“But as Derrick Ashong has said—America is not now post-racial, and likely will not be post-racial anytime soon, and America will have a significant problem so long as she is interested in being post-racial, as opposed to getting to the place where race is no longer a problem.” (Baratunde Thurston, How to be Black, p. 206)

As Michelle Alexander points out in The New Jim Crow, numerous studies have repeatedly shown that “People of all colors use and sell illegal drugs at remarkably similar rates.”  But she says “When people think about crime, especially drug crime, they do not think about suburban housewives violating laws regulating prescription drugs, or white frat boys using ecstasy.  Drug crime in this country is understood to be black and brown, and it is because drug crime is racially defined in the public consciousness that the electorate has not cared much what happens to drug criminals—at least not the way they would have cared if the criminals were understood to be white.  It is this failure to care, really care, across color lines that lies at the core of this system of control and every racial caste system that has existed in the United States or anywhere in the world.”
* * * * *
How many of you have at least one friend who is an attorney?
How many of you have friends who have friends who are attorneys?
How many of you could afford a private attorney if you or your child were charged with a crime?
How many of you have done something illegal in your life time—perhaps in your youth… or even as an adult—
How many of you know that your children have done things that are illegal—
Underage drinking, pot-smoking, sexual contact with someone under 17…
Shoplifting, lying about their age to get onto internet sites, into restricted movies… 
How many of you feel that you or your children should be arrested for your infractions?
How many of us exceed the posted speed limit on a regular basis?  How many of us go and turn ourselves in?  When our child is the one the police bring home, without arresting—do we demand that there should be a criminal justice remedy--  
Or do we appreciate the ability to have a stern conversation, a grounding or other punishment… without the expense and other complications of interacting with the criminal justice system.

In their recent op-ed piece in the NY times— Jan. 14 NYTimes, “Is the United States a racial democracy?”  Jason Stanley and Vesla Weaver wrote—

“Evidence suggests that minorities experience contact with the police at rates that far outstrip their share of crime. One study found that the probability that a black male 18 or 19 years of age will be stopped by police in New York City at least once during 2006 is 92 percent. The probability for a Latino male of the same age group is 50 percent. For a young white man, it is 20 percent. In 90 percent of the stops of young minorities in 2011, there wasn’t evidence of wrongdoing, and no arrest or citation occurred. In over half of the stops of minorities, the reason given for the stop was that the person made “furtive movements.” In 60 percent of the stops, an additional reason listed for the stop was that the person was in a “high crime area.”

Stanely and Weaver continue, “If the American criminal justice system were colorblind, we would expect a tight link between committing crime and encountering the police. Yet most people stopped by police are not arrested, and most of those who are arrested are not found guilty; of those who are convicted, felons are the smallest group; and of those, many are nonserious offenders. Thus a large proportion of those who involuntarily encounter criminal justice — indeed, the majority of this group — have never been found guilty of a serious crime (or any crime) in a court of law. An involuntary encounter with the police by itself leads to withdrawal from political participation. If one group has an unjustifiably large rate of involuntary encounters, that group can be fairly regarded as being targeted for removal from the political process.”

Glen Loury in his December 2007 article “Crime Punishment and the Question of Race” from the Boston Review--
 “Never before has a supposedly free country denied basic liberty to so many of its citizens. In June 2006 some 2.25 million people were being held in the nearly 5,000 prisons and jails that are scattered across America’s urban and rural landscapes. … Inmates are disproportionately drawn from the most disadvantaged parts of society. On average, state inmates have fewer than 11 years of schooling. They are also vastly disproportionately black and brown.…  In his fine study “Punishment and Inequality in America” (2006), the Princeton University sociologist Bruce Western powerfully describes the scope, nature, and consequences of contemporary imprisonment. He finds that the extent of racial disparity in imprisonment rates is greater than in any other major arena of American social life. At eight to one, the black-to-white ratio of incarceration rates dwarfs the two-to-one ratio of unemployment rates, the three-to-one ratio of non-marital childbearing, the two-to-one ratio of infant-mortality rates, and the one-to-five ratio of net worth. While 3 out of 200 young whites were incarcerated in 2000, 1 in 9 young blacks were. “

I hope that a number of you have seen the recent movie “12 Years a Slave”—
If you haven’t seen it, I emphatically encourage you to do so.

As most of you know, it is based on a first person account of a free black man, Solomon Northup, who was living in Saratoga Springs, New York, and was kidnapped during a visit to Washington D.C. in 1841, and then enslaved in Louisiana for 12 years.  I was struck at how it is a very powerful and very effective movie, especially because I think it is so easy for middle class white people in particular to identify with Solomon Northrup.  He was successful, educated, employed, a musician, living with his wife and two children, joking with the general store owner, and in general living the good (and perhaps post racial) life.  Then in an instant, he is transformed into a slave… with no rights, no recourse, no ability to challenge his condition…  not even able to communicate his plight to his family and friends…  
And this is clearly something that could not have happened to the general store owner he joked with… because for all their similarities, that fundamental difference, primarily in how they were viewed by the larger society, because of their skin color, made all the difference in that very particular situation.

I encourage you to see the movie, and I won’t say much more about it now, except to point out that there are two primary slave owners that we see, where Mr. Northup is enslaved…  the cruel and somewhat fanatical Edwin Epps  played by Michael Fassbender, and the benevolent and more compassionate William Ford  played by Benedict Cumberbatch.
For me one of the most heart-wrenching scenes was when Solomon Northup, who had gotten into a confrontation with an overseer, was going to be sold by William Ford to save his life, Solomon tried to explain to kindly William Ford that he was actually a free man… and it became clear that William Ford did at some level realize this was probably true, but indicated that he was not able (or willing) to do anything about it…  he said “I cannot hear that”… “ and also said that he had a debt to pay" on Northup's purchase price.

This is a theme that while is seemingly overshadowed by blatant acts of violence, cruelty, horrific acts of physical and psychological abuse--  it is nevertheless the theme that we people of good intentions, we who care about human dignity and justice and liberty…  we who care about peace...  we need to look at ways that we are complicit in the ongoing racial caste system in America…  primarily through our acts of omission rather than commission…
Like William Ford we often turn away, we act kindly whenever we can, but we often are blind to the larger systemic structures, or feel helpless to do anything about them, and therefore do nothing…  

William J. Stuntz, in his recent book The Collapse of American Criminal Justice wrote,
“We must remember that Thomas Jefferson was utterly wrong about slaves and slavery.  Black slaves were not wolves ready to devour their white oppressors at the first opportunity.  On the contrary, they were human beings victimized by a mind-bogglingly unjust social and legal order.  The oppression could stop whenever their oppressors chose to make it stop.  The massive number of young black men (and the increasingly large number of young black women) who live in prison cells are …are human beings … and their humanity entitles them to … a measure of understanding, and the mercy that flows from a justice system whose rulers remember that they too are tempted to do wrong, and often yield to the temptation.”  (p. 311)

As many of you know, we have just begun a six month interim church-wide social justice initiative, focusing on incarceration.  The proposal for the initiative reads in part--

The UUCUC anti-racism chalice circle, through its discussions last year, has come to see the issue of mass incarceration as an issue very much related to racial justice.  Michelle Alexander's book "The New Jim Crow:  Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness" lays out the issues very clearly, and locally, Rebecca Ginsberg and the Education Justice Project are working to help humanize people who are incarcerated.  Denominationally, the UUA is also concerned with this issue, and a number of congregations across the U.S. are working on issues of mass incarceration and racial disparities.  Locally, there are community groups working on issues related to the county jail, court-watching and other criminal justice issues.   This is a very timely issue, with many opportunities for education and activism in many forms, both locally and nationally.  

We see this issue as comparable to LGBT and marriage equality, which UU congregations focused on years ago.  In that movement, we had to assess our own biases, prejudices, stereotypes and fears before we could become a Welcoming congregation and take effective action as a congregation.  We had to start with ourselves, and work outward, and this takes time.  We start out as change agents for ourselves, then for others.  We believe a similar cycle will be needed for the congregation to address the issue of mass incarceration.

We have a number of activities already being planned, and we encourage all of you to get involved.  We are beginning a book discussion group of “the New Jim Crow’ in February and will be collaborating with the Education Justice Project and Prison Justice Project on several upcoming events.

Glenn Loury tells us,  “According to a 2005 report of the International Centre for Prison Studies in London, the United States—with 5 percent of the world’s population—houses 25 percent of the world’s inmates. Our incarceration rate (714 per 100,000 residents) is almost 40 percent greater than those of our nearest competitors (Bermuda, Belarus, and Russia). Other industrial democracies, even those with significant crime problems of their own, are much less punitive: Our incarceration rate is 6.2 times that of Canada, 7.8 times that of France, and 12.3 times that of Japan. We have a corrections sector that employs more Americans than the combined workforces of General Motors, Ford, and Wal-Mart, the three largest corporate employers in the country, and we are spending some $200 billion annually on law enforcement and corrections at all levels of government, a fourfold increase (in constant dollars) over the past quarter century.”
Angela Davis, (in her book Are Prisons Obsolete?) tells us that “the prison industrial complex is much more than the sum of all the jails and prisons in this country.  It is a set of symbiotic relationships among correctional communities, transnational corporations, media conglomerates, guards’ unions and legislative and court agendas…What then would it mean to imagine a system in which punishment is not allowed to become the source of corporate profit?  How can we imagine a society in which race and class are not primary determinants of punishment?  Or one in which punishment itself is no longer the central concern in the making of justice?”

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King asks that we don’t settle for a negative peace, which is the absence of tension, but strive for a positive peace, which is the presence of justice.

How are we to do this?  

Sherry Tochluk— in her book, Witnessing Whiteness, which a group of us just finished reading and discussing, says that— we need to do four things—build knowledge, build skills, build capacity, and create community.  She says--
 “We need to continue to build knowledge and make use of knowledge gained.  We have to build skills, a set of tools we can use when witnessing either subtle or overt racism.  Many of us also feel intense emotions when dealing with issues of race.  We must build capacity to make use of our skills in the face of our emotions, a process that takes courage and practice.  Finally we need support to continue to practice these skills during moments when we feel confused, disappointed, or frustrated.  For this reason, part of witnessing also includes creating community, consciously developing a community of people around us who understand our striving, re-inspire us when we fail, and celebrate our successful efforts.”

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said--  “Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.”


Finally, 0ne of the world’s best known and most beloved former prisoners, Nelson Mandela wrote--  “I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.” 

We are hoping to offer a number of opportunities in the coming months, to build our knowledge and our skills, to build our capacity and to create community—to better understand and address these issues, which affect and concern us all.  We look forward to you joining us on this journey, to deeper understanding, wider compassion, and more justice and freedom for all.


Amen.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Writing a New Chapter in the Book of Life

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning it has for you."
-- W. Somerset Maugham

Musical Meditation: as a meditation this morning, I have a poem by Stephen Schwartz that speaks of the way our lives are touched and transformed by the people we know – neighbors or teachers, friends or lovers. It’s entitled “For Good,” and was put to music for a Broadway production. Here it is sung by Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth.

I've heard it said that people come into our lives
For a reason, bringing something we must learn. 
And we are led to those who help us most to grow,
If we let them, and we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, 
But I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

It well may be that we will never meet again
In this lifetime, so let me say before we part:
So much of me is made of what I learned from you,
You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.

Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea,
Like a seed dropped by a sky-bird in a distant wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

And just to clear the air, 
I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for.
But then, I guess we know there's blame to share,
And none of it seems to matter anymore.

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better.

Because I knew you ...
Because I knew you ...
I have been changed for good.


Introduction

Before I begin, a word from your sponsor: This morning’s sermon is being offered to you by the organizers of last year’s service auction. At the service auction last April, the Loui family won a “personalized sermon.” Michael Loui selected today’s theme, “Writing a New Chapter in the Book of Life.” Be sure to attend our next service auction, on April 12th this year. Join the fun and see what exciting items you can win, while at the same time supporting our church home.


Reading:  by Dan Wakefield from The Story of Your Life: Writing a Spiritual Autobiography (p. 1) 

Each of us could write many different versions of our life story, looking at our experience from a variety of perspectives, all of them valid and “true.” We could write a “romantic autobiography,” recounting the loves of our lives from that first childhood fantasy…, through teenage passion…, adult commitment to another person and the choice of a shared life. For many people this means marriage, sometimes with children and the fullness and challenge of family life; and all too often comes the wrench of divorce, followed by a slow, rocky process of recovery.
We could each write an “economic autobiography” that traced our handling of money from the first savings account opened with the earnings from a paper route or baby-sitting job to the burden of a big mortgage, overextended credit cards, and perhaps a midlife plunge in the stock market. A “physical autobiography” might take us from early dreams of glory on the tennis court or the Little League diamond… to later languor at the office, a postgraduate spare tire at the waistline turning into a medicine ball of flesh at thirtysomething, then getting back in shape through aerobics and running and learning one hundred ways to cook tofu. Other areas of life that could serve as the focus of autobiography include professional…, psychological…, educational…


Reading: by Annie Dillard from The Writing Life  (p. 3) 

When you write, you lay out a line of words. The line of words is a miner’s pick, a woodcarver’s gouge, a surgeon’s probe. You wield it, and it digs a path you follow. Soon you find yourself deep in new territory. Is it a dead end, or have you located the real subject? You will know tomorrow, or this time next year. 
You make the path boldly and follow it fearfully. You go where the path leads. At the end of the path, you find a box canyon. You hammer out reports, dispatch bulletins.
The writing has changed, in your hands, and in a twinkling, from an expression of your notions to an epistemological tool. The new place interests you because it is not clear. You attend. In your humility, you lay down the words carefully, watching all the angles... 
The line of words is a hammer. You hammer against the walls of your house. You tap the walls lightly, everywhere. After giving many years’ attention to these things, you know what to listen for. Some of the walls are bearing walls; they have to stay, or everything will fall down. Other walls can go with impunity; you can hear the difference. Unfortunately, it is often a bearing wall that has to go. It cannot be helped. There is only one solution, which appalls you, but there it is. Knock it out. Duck.


Reading: by Michael Blumenthal a poem entitled “The New Story of Your Life”

Say you finally invented a new story
of your life. It is not the story of defeat
or of your impotence and powerlessness
before the large forces of wind and accident.
It is not the sad story of your mother’s death
or of your abandoned childhood. It is not,
even, a story that will win you the deep
initial sympathies of the benevolent goddesses
or the care of the generous, but it is a story 
that requires of you a large thrust
into the difficult life, a sense of plentitude
entirely your own. Whatever the story is,
it goes as it goes, and there are vicissitudes 
in it, gardens that need to be planted,
skills sown, the long hard labors 
of prose and enduring love. Deep down
in some long-encumbered self,
it is the story you have been writing 
all of your life, where no Calypso holds you
against your own willfulness,
where you can rise
from the bleak island of your old story
and tread your way home.



Writing a New Chapter in the Book of Life
A Sermon Delivered on January 12, 2014
By
The Reverend Axel H. Gehrmann

This morning’s sermon is inspired by conversations I have had with Michael Loui (a member of our church, and co-director of our children’s choir). As some of you may know, Michael has been teaching at the University of Illinois for over thirty years now. He is 58 years old, and happily married to Cindy. Both of their sons have left home. 

As a professor, he could continue to pursue his current professional path, which has been very successful and rewarding, but he also has the option now of early retirement. He could travel with Cindy, or do more ballroom dancing, or play more piano. Or he could explore alternative avenues in his field, some combination of education, ethics, and engineering.

There have been several deaths in the family, which are sources of sadness, and also poignant reminders that the years of our lives are limited. None of us live forever. We don’t know how our health will hold up. And so with every year we grow older, the question how we should live our lives becomes more pressing. 

Looking back on the past chapters of his life, Michael knows he has much to be grateful for. He loves his family, he loves his work. However, as he put it very eloquently, he is "cursed with the privilege of choice," and now wonders how to write the next chapter of his life.

The questions with which Michael is grappling are his own. But the truth is, we are all “cursed with the privilege of choice.” We are all authors of our own life stories. Every day is another page in our own ongoing saga. And every day  – in our choices of what to do and what to leave undone – we determine how our story continues, and ultimately how our story will end. This is equally true when we decide which college we can attend, when we wonder which career path to follow, or contemplate the best time to retire.

* * *

The beginning of a new year is a good time to ponder our past, and consider plans for our future. In the days following new year’s, according to Jewish tradition, God’s Book of Life is opened, and God looks at his ledger. For the duration of the high holy days, between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, the faithful are encouraged to reflect on their shortcomings. If we have fallen short of our ideals, if we have failed others, we should try to make amends, so that in the year to come we can do better. We have ten days to mend our ways and hopefully alter God’s judgment in our favor. Then God picks up a heavenly pen, jots down a few notes that describe God’s intentions for us in the year ahead, and then God closes the book. 

The Jewish author Mark Kirschbaum writes, the good we do in our lives makes up the events recorded in the Book of Life. These actions are registered in the “book of life” because actions of this sort are like living breathing organisms, full of “vital life force.” In this way, it isn’t actually God who writes, but us. We choose the text of the book of life. We ourselves are the authors. Mark Kirschbaum’s new year’s wish for us is that we “may we all become great writers for this year’s book of life.”

Jewish observances at the beginning of a year are compelling. Looking at past wrongs and making them right makes a lot of sense. But it isn’t easy. For one thing, even in hindsight, it isn’t always clear where we may have gone wrong. Sometimes our best efforts to do good end up accomplishing just the opposite. Sometimes in efforts to help, we end up doing harm. 

Any time we reflect on the story of our lives, we may discover new dimensions of the past. With every day we grow older, with each step we take on our journey, we gain a slightly different perspective on the paths we have traveled up to this point. 

Each of us could tell many different versions of our life story, looking at our experience from a variety of perspectives, all of them valid and “true,” Dan Wakefield writes. Depending on the day, some stories may feel more true than others.

* * *

This morning’s meditation is from the Broadway musical “Wicked.” For those of you who didn’t know: “Wicked” first premiered ten years ago, won several Tony awards, broke box office records around the world, and is now, with over 4,000 performances, among the longest-running shows in Broadway history.

“Wicked” is a retake on the well-known tale of the Wizard of Oz from the perspective of the Wicked Witch of the West, the villain of the original story. It focuses on her life, and especially her relationship with her adversary, Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. 

The story begins when they meet in school. A girl named Elphaba has green skin, because of some green elixir her father handled before she was born. And though she is smart, spirited, good-hearted, and a very gifted magician, her colored skin makes her an outcast among the students. Her roommate is a beautiful, popular, and rather shallow blond girl named Galinda. Initially their differences drive them apart. 

The plot is complex. There are bad people in the school and the highest offices of Oz who try to use Elphaba and her magical talents for their own devious purposes. The biggest bad guy of all is the Wizard, a fraud who has cruel plans for the people and animals of Oz. When Elphaba realizes the true nature of his intentions, she refuses to be a part of them. As a result she is ostracized, driven away from Oz, and given the name “Wicked Witch of the West.” 

The Wizard and his minions are the ones who create the magical tornado that brings Dorothy’s house crashing down on Elphaba’s sister. And the wizard is the one who tries to turn Dorothy into an unwitting witch slayer. 

There are plenty of twists in the story: love and heartbreak, deception and betrayal, heroism and cowardice, sacrifice and redemption. In this version of the story the Good Witch of the North and the Wicked Witch of the West are actually life-long friends. They are allies, each in their own way trying to do good. 

Their friendship is at the heart of the story. In the witch’s version their life stories are intertwined. Each of them was shaped and changed by the other. As Elphaba sings, “and now whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.” Their friendship has changed both of them for good.

* * *

There are many different ways to write the story of our lives. The heroes and villains may switch places depending on our perspective, depending on new insights we gain as we grow older, and hopefully wiser. Our most painful moments, in the long run, may turn out to be sources of happiness. Circumstances that seem to curse us may turn out to be blessings. 

Dan Wakefield spent several years teaching men and women to write the stories of their lives in writing workshops. He encouraged them to reflect on the people and events of their lives, and then to write short pieces about them for their own autobiography. Not a romantic or economic autobiography. Not a professional, psychological or educational one, but a spiritual autobiography. 

Wakefield was deeply impressed with the quality of writing his students produced, and with insights the simple act of writing could inspire. More often than not, the insights didn’t spring from an examination of the big life-changing events – family deaths and births, marriages and divorces, serious accidents or dramatic accomplishments. More often than not, inspiration was found pondering some of the minor characters of their familiar life stories, and pausing to consider their impact. 

For example, Wakefield tells of a man who wrote and then read to the class a piece about a high school friend he admired and looked up to, but also feared. Wakefield writes, 

“The friend was a natural athlete, a “tough guy” in ways that both awed and intimidated the man who was recalling his influence. As he recounted the elements that made the “tough guy” admired as a teenager, he realized those very kinds of behavior and personality traits were ones that in adult life could lead such a person into considerable difficulty.
As he read the paper, I could sense that in the process of writing the recollection, its author had begun to see his old friend in a new way, to come to a more mature understanding of him, taking an adult view of a teenager’s behavior. In doing so, he lost some of his awe and fear. It seemed obvious that the shedding of that adolescent burden was a relief, a shift in experience that I could feel in an almost palpable way as the man read his piece. The very tone of his voice changed, taking on a sense of quiet confidence… [He realized that] his own inability to be a “tough guy” as a teenager was perhaps not so bad after all, and did not mean (as he had felt in the past) a lack of courage or strength or a failure in his manhood, but might even be taken as a sign of his own early maturity or sensitivity.” (p. 21)

* * *

When we want to write new chapters in the book of our lives, we may be tempted to focus on the future. We turn our attention to the blank pages in front of us, wondering how we will fill them. Which choices should we make? Which course of action is the one we should take? We wonder about possibilities. We make tentative plans. We weigh potential outcomes. 

We may think the past behind us. Those pages have already been written. The ink is dry. But we do a disservice to our story writing efforts, when we look only to the future. Because actually the past is not set in stone. 

Dan Wakefield writes, 
“the past isn’t just a set of experiences that are irrevocably set, like concrete blocks that can be hauled up out of memory and the unconscious to be reexamined. …The past can actually change. By remembering and writing down our past from a spiritual perspective (that is, taking into account its meaning in the context of our life’s journey)… we can sometimes see and understand it in a way that makes it different. Since our past experience only exists now in our own mind – it only “lives” in our recreation of it – our changed experience of it becomes the reality, and in that sense we really do have the power to change our past.
I don’t mean to suggest we could or should do this by forcing a past experience to be something different, by denying or rewriting history like a totalitarian government which recreates its nation’s past to fit the latest political dogma. I mean rather that our past can naturally change into something “more true” in the re-experiencing of it. The man’s adult view of the “tough guy” was in fact more accurate than his teenage perception of his friend.” (p. 22)

* * *

As we write the story of our lives, we are not only writing on the blank pages ahead of us. We can also write on the pages behind us. We can write between the lines, lifting up hidden meanings that were only hinted at, but not yet spelled out. We can scribble in the margins, fleshing out images, providing new explanations, introducing new characters, half-forgotten friends and teachers and students, whose role in our story we are only beginning to discover. We can add footnotes with subplots and twists to our story, that we neglected to include in our first draft.

Writing the story of our lives is a daunting undertaking. Our story can change in our hands in a twinkling. And so we lay down our words carefully, watching all the angles. We don’t know whether it is a dead end, or whether we found our real story. We may know tomorrow, or this time next year. 

Each of us can write many different versions of our life story. (Like the girl in our children’s story this morning -) We can write about pirates and tornados and white sharks. We can write about polka dot pajamas, flat tires, and wedding invitations. We can write stories that are funny or sad, stories in which we are poor victims, or powerful heroes. But the best story is the one that comes from our own heart. The best story is the one that deep down in some long-encumbered self, we have been writing all our lives.

We will find the “truest” story of our lives when we look deeply into our own hearts. And I can tell you what we will find there. In our deepest heart, we will find love. We will find memories of the people who have loved us, the people we have loved, and the people we love today. 

Our experience and our understanding of the love that has shaped us, the love contained in every chapter of our lives, the love that has guided us to the place we stand today - this very same love will serve as our most reliable guide for the path that lies ahead. 

May every new chapter of our lives speak ever more clearly and deeply of our love.

Amen.


Sunday, January 5, 2014

Deep Gratitude

"Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, it is also the parent of all others."
-- Cicero

Meditation:  by the Unitarian Universalist minister Richard Fewkes  

We lift up our hearts in thanks
For the sun and the dawn which we did not create;
For the moon and the evening which we did not make;
For food which we plant but cannot grow;
For friends and loved ones we have not earned and cannot buy;
For this gathered company which welcomes us as we are, from wherever we have come; ... For all things which come to us as gifts of being from sources beyond ourselves;
Gifts of life and love and friendship
We lift up our hearts in thanks this day. 


Reading: by Dana Jennings from a piece entitled “After Cancer, Gratitude for Simple Pleasures” (New York Times, Aug 4, 2009)

I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude lately, trying to put my finger on what exactly I’m grateful for in the year since I had surgery to remove my cancerous prostate.
When you have cancer, when you’re being cut open and radiated and who knows what else, it can take a great effort to be thankful for the gift of the one life that we have been blessed with. Believe me, I know.
And sometimes, in the amnesia of sickness, we forget to be grateful. But if we let our cancers consume our spirits in addition to our bodies, then we risk forgetting who we 
truly are, of contracting a kind of Alzheimer’s of the soul…
Gratitude is an antidote to the dark voice of illness that whispers to us, that insists that all we have become is our disease. Living in the shadow of cancer has granted me a kind of high-definition gratitude. I’ve found that when you’re grateful, the world turns from funereal gray to incandescent Technicolor.


Reading: by Sonja Lyubomirsky from The How of Happiness (p. 89)

Gratitude is many things to many people. It is wonder; it is appreciation; it is looking at the bright side of a setback; it is fathoming abundance; it is thanking someone in our life; it is thanking God; it is “counting blessings.” It is savoring; it is not taking things for granted; it is coping; it is present-oriented. Gratitude is an antidote to negative emotions, a neutralizer of envy, avarice, hostility, worry, and irritation. The average person, however, probably associates gratitude with saying thank you for a gift or benefit received. I invite you to consider a much broader definition…
Expressing gratitude is a lot more than saying thank you. Emerging research has recently started to draw attention to its multiple benefits. People who are consistently grateful have been found to be relatively happier, more energetic, and more hopeful and to report experiencing more frequent positive emotions. They also tend to be more helpful and empathic, more spiritual and religious, more forgiving, and less materialistic than others who are less predisposed to gratefulness.


Reading: by Mary Oliver a poem entitled “The Place I Want To Get Back To”

is where
    in the pinewoods
      in the moments between
        the darkness

and first light
    two deer
      came walking down the hill
        and when they saw me

they said to each other, okay,
    this one is okay,
      let's see who she is
        and why she is sitting

on the ground like that,
    so quiet, as if
      asleep, or in a dream,
        but, anyway, harmless;

and so they came
    on their slender legs
      and gazed upon me
        not unlike the way

I go out to the dunes and look
    and look and look
      into the faces of the flowers;
        and then one of them leaned forward

and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
    bring to me that could exceed
      that brief moment?
        For twenty years

I have gone every day to the same woods,
    not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
      Such gifts, bestowed, 
        can't be repeated.

If you want to talk about this
    come to visit. I live in the house
      near the corner, which I have named
        Gratitude.



Deep Gratitude
A Sermon Delivered on January 5, 2013
By
The Reverend Axel H. Gehrmann

There is nothing quite like the blast of icy wind from an arctic cold-front, and the threat of a blizzard, to make you appreciate being indoors, and having a boiler that works. 

Yesterday’s News-Gazette said a combination of factors, including a “polar vortex,” will drive temperatures way down. They offered dire weather warnings: life-threatening wind chills, an historic cold outbreak. We can expect tundra-like temperatures…

Years ago, when my wife, Elaine, and I lived in upstate New York, near the Canadian border just east of Lake Ontario, I remember we were clobbered one winter by an ice storm that was so severe, the weight of ice accumulating on trees and branches caused enormous limbs to come crashing down, tearing down power lines in the process and blocking roads. 

For several bitterly cold days most homes – ours included – didn’t have electricity, heat, or hot water. Honestly, I don’t remember how we got by. I do remember spending a lot of time in bed, under our big feather down comforter, wearing three sweaters and a knit cap. And I remember spending long hours visiting friends, who were fortunate enough to have had power restored quickly.

During those days of crisis, the whole community pulled together, pooling resources, checking in on neighbors, generously extending helping hands, and gratefully accepting them. Throughout the whole city there was a palpable sense that we were in this together, and would pull through together.

It was odd, almost disappointing, when the streets were finally cleared, and electricity was on again, how we all withdrew into our solitary homes and our separate routines. Many remarked on their sense of sadness, when the exceptional community spirit suddenly disappeared again. But what stuck with me for a long time was a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for friends and neighbors. Gratitude for a heated home. 

* * *

Sonja Lyubomirsky makes the case that our capacity for gratitude plays a significant role in how happy we are likely to be in life. The point of departure in her book is conveyed by the picture on its cover. It’s the picture of a cherry pie, round and tasty looking, with a rather large slice of the pie being lifted out of the pan. The piece looks like it is about a third of the whole pie. But it’s actually a bit more. I know this, because right next to the picture it says in small print: “This much happiness – up to 40% is within your power to change.” 

The pie picture is inspired by recent research on what makes people happy. It turns out, most of us are mistaken about what it takes to be happy. Most people may think that if only they were rich, if only they won in the lottery, if only the worries of work and earning a living were removed from their lives, they would be happy. And most people think that a serious accident would make them very unhappy.

Actually, it turns out that many lottery winners, after an initial period of euphoria, end up basically pretty much just as happy as they were before they won the jackpot. And it turns out that many who have suffered accidents that left them with serious physical disabilities, after a period of rehabilitation and adjustment, returned to the same level of happiness as before their accidents. 

We each have a biologically programmed “set point,” a certain degree of happiness, that will remain the same no matter what we do, and no matter what good or bad fortune life holds for us. 

If we imagine three main factors that account for our happiness, the first and largest is this biologically determined “set point.” It accounts for 50%, or half of our relative happiness. The second and smallest factor is made up of external life events – the lottery jackpot or the tragic accident. Such events, in the long run, shape only 10% or one tenth of our sense of happiness. The remaining 40% are what we have the capacity to influence, to change, and to improve. 

So while we can’t completely reinvent ourselves, we can intentionally significantly influence our sense of satisfaction and happiness in life. 

Sonja Lyubomirsky fills her book with many useful practical and substantive suggestions on how we can do this. She proposes twelve concrete exercises we can practice. She calls them “Happiness Activities.” They might involve practicing kindness, learning to forgive, or savoring life’s joys. I am happy to say that “practicing religion and spirituality” is on her list. (Unfortunately it places second to last: activity 11 of 12.) The very first and most effective happiness enhancing activity is expressing gratitude. 

* * *

Recent research is offering insight into the positive effects of gratitude. But psychologists today aren’t the first ones to recognize the value of an attitude of gratitude. The 13th century mystic, Meister Eckhart, said: “If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.” And in the 1st century BCE the Roman philosopher Cicero said: “Gratitude is not only the greatest of the virtues, but the parent of all others.”  

The value and virtue of gratitude has long been recognized by wise women and men. And I certainly believe them. I have preached about the value of gratitude many a time over the years. Nevertheless, I confess, it is an ongoing effort for me to practice what I preach.

After having survived surgery and treatment for cancer, Dana Jennings found himself more thankful than before. In his case, the misfortune of his illness served to deepen his appreciation for instances of good fortune in his life. He says, 
“There are, of course, the obvious things to be thankful for. There’s the love and care of my wife, sons and extended family; the concern and support of my friends, colleagues and community; the skill and insight of the doctors and all the other medical staff who have brought me to this very moment…. [But] the small moments of gratitude are the most poignant to me because they indicate that I’m still paying close attention to the life I’m living, that I haven’t yet succumbed to numbing obliviousness.”

So he says, for instance, he now finds himself truly grateful for his Friday morning breakfasts with his friend Gary, who also had his prostate removed last year. As they both recover, he says, they have turned into “prostate cancer cronies.” He finds himself grateful for a glass of iced green-tea lemonade, sweetened; and for the healing sound of his dog, Bijou, drinking water from her bowl.

* * *

It is an odd paradox that those of us who have never suffered serious illness, may find ourselves less grateful for the gift of life, and the countless small pleasures every day holds. 

“Youth is wasted on the young,” we say. And this thought has sometimes passed through my mind, when I watch how my teenage kids choose to spend their days – with a lot of sleeping and lounging on sofas over winter break. Maybe it is equally true that health is wasted on the healthy. And good fortune is wasted on the fortunate. 

The more blessings we are granted, the less we seem to appreciate them. There does seem to be a human tendency to “succumb to numbing obliviousness,” or to develop “a kind of Alzheimer’s of the soul.” 

* * *

Psychologists who have studied the benefits of gratitude have also examined the very real phenomenon of ingratitude. Robert Emmons, for instance, has concluded that we have a universal human tendency to ignore our blessings, and to even complain about them. That’s our default frame of mind. Emmons writes: 
“Psychologists have identified a natural tendency of the mind to perceive input as negative. This “negativity bias” means that incoming emotions and thoughts are more likely to be unpleasant rather than pleasant. ….The negativity bias appears to be a very real phenomenon with a solid neurophysiological basis. In layman’s terms, this means that for some of us being a grouch comes naturally… In the absence of conscious efforts to build and sustain a grateful worldview, we lapse into negative emotional patterns, including taking goodness for granted.” (Thanks! How the new science of gratitude can make you happier, p. 127-128)

An attitude of ingratitude is something we fall into naturally. It is a kind of inertia of the spirit.

But there are also other forces that conspire against gratitude. A study comparing attitudes of gratitude in different countries showed that Americans see gratitude as less desirable and less constructive than people in Germany and Israel, for instance. American men in particular, experienced gratitude as unpleasant. For some, gratitude felt humiliating. Being grateful undermined their self-image of self-sufficiency. It made them feel uncomfortably dependent on others, indebted, vulnerable, and weak.

* * *

Scientists have confirmed that being grateful makes us happier people, healthier, more energetic, more hopeful, more helpful to others, more generous, and more kind. And yet, despite these explanations and entreaties, we resist being grateful, like a child who doesn’t want to eat the vegetables on her plate, no matter how persistently her parents tell her, “they’re good for you.” 

Robert Emmons writes, 
“people cannot be commanded to be grateful, any more than we can command people to love or forgive. Rather, gratitude is a feeling that stems from certain perceptions and thoughts. Therefore, in order to become more grateful, we need to look at life in a certain way, and one tangible way we can do this is through the lens of gifts and giftedness.” (p.37)

In one study Emmons explored what most of us consider our greatest gifts. The instructions he gave to study participants were this: 
“Focus for a moment on benefits or “gifts” that you have received in your life. These gifts could be simple everyday pleasures, people in your life, personal strengths and talents, moments of natural beauty, or gestures of kindness from others. We might not normally think of these things as gifts, but that is how we want you to think about them. Take a moment to really savor or relish these “gifts,” think about their value.” (p. 36) 

Then he invited folks to write them down.

The results were fascinating, he says. 
“Nearly [half] of all the gifts listed fell into the “interpersonal” or “spiritual” categories… Significantly, it is precisely these categories of blessing that we have found to be related to superior well-being... Faith, friends, and family were frequently mentioned gifts. There appears to be something inherent in relationships, whether worldly or transcendent, that encourages people to cloak themselves in the language of gifts and givers.” 

It is fact: our lives are filled with gifts. The sun and the dawn which we did not create, the moon and the evening which we did not make, are gifts. Friends and loved ones we have not earned and cannot buy are gifts. All things which come to us from sources beyond ourselves are gifts. “All life is a gift,” we sing in one of our hymns. 

Marge Piercy writes, “Life is the first gift, love the second, and understanding the third.” Understanding means piercing the illusion that we are independent or self-sufficient. Understanding means recognizing the reality that we are all profoundly interdependent. From the day we are born, our very lives depend on the care and concern of others, the give and take of love and affection. 

Gifts that deserve our gratitude are all around us, always. Even when we don’t notice them, even when we don’t see them, they are there. Like deer in the woods, often hidden in the underbrush, but always there. Only far too rarely are we calm and quiet enough, so that the gifts of our lives rise to the level of our consciousness. Only rarely do our abundant blessings come into clear view, and nuzzle our hand. 

* * *

It is an odd paradox, that we are often more likely to notice our gifts when we are in danger of losing them. Like Dana Jennings, whose unfortunate illness deepened his gratitude for countless instances of good fortune.

At memorial services here, we often light our chalice and read these unison words by Albert Schweitzer: “At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.”

We don’t have to wait for death to draw near, before appreciating the blessings of our lives. We don’t need to wait for the arrival of a winter storm to appreciate the gifts of friendship and family, and the gifts of our home, safe and warm.

May we count our blessings.
May we cherish our countless gifts.
May we find the happiness of deep gratitude,
And the give and take of love.    

Amen.