COLUMNS

Welcome Letter to the Unitarian Church in Charleston

I write today in anticipation of spending two years together while I serve as your interim minister. I feel excited and fortunate to have this joyful work in front of me. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to grow, learn, and be a part of your collective leap into what I believe will be an amazing future (as amazing, even, as your past).

I wonder what is helpful to know in advance of beginning together? I am learning about you in the remote way of annual reports, strategic plans, and newsletters. You have received a few paragraphs about my professional and personal life (and you can connect with me online: https://www.facebook.com/revmessner/). Here though I offer four seeds for our phase of life upcoming:

A word on my philosophy of ministry. I try to share something authentic of who I am and what I believe. I will often not be a mere neutral facilitator. I have beliefs and commitments, as well as all the illusions, errors, and omissions that go along with them. I hope to model what it is to be imperfectly immersed in the struggle and fulfillment of life as a person of faith and as a member of the community. I invite you to do the same. I invite you to view your life and work as a ministry and put yourself in it with whole heart! I also invite all of us to “read” one another with compassion, this is a central spiritual practice to me, that I am ever working on.

What shall we accomplish together? I don’t know yet. My first job is to listen and look and be present with you to learn the possibilities. Curiosity is a cardinal virtue in my book. This is also the joy of starting for me. Come September, I want to meet, talk, and be educated by your experience and your hopes. Sharing meals and drinking coffee together are also favorite spiritual practices. I do know that I want us to bring renewed energy and cohesion, connect and reconnect with our common ground, and embody a spirit of kindness and optimism in all we attempt.

I will end my service as your minister in two years.  Part of being an interim minister is promising not to stay in the job (I heard it called being “pre-fired”). So we know we have only two years and don’t have to consider the forever with each other. This is meant to provide the freedom to do powerful unencumbered work all around. My first priority is to prepare you as a whole congregation (and congregational system) not only for success starting with your new minister but with practices of success for the coming decade or more.

I want to make varied spaces that give you room to reflect and gain fresh insight on your past, and to spark desire for a future that is transformative for you, the congregation and for the larger community of Charleston.  I hope for this to be an inclusive process where we amplify quieter voices and those often on the margin and learn to integrate agreement and hold differences.

Let’s have fun. As Unitarian Universalists we get to choose. Whether to be a UU in the first place. Whether to come to church on Sunday. Whether to step-up and lead. Whether to tithe. Whether to make ourselves vulnerable and take spiritual risks. Whether to reach out to the people around us. We get to choose all of this. And we get to choose to have fun while doing it.

Let us have adventures, laugh together, and celebrate all along the way. I believe, we have been blessed with this coming time together. Let’s make the most of it!

In Peace and Hope,

Rev. Dave

Departure Letter to the Unitarian Universalist Church of Savannah

Memories, Milestones and Highlights

I am writing finally on the last morning of being the called minister of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Savannah. The last day of being your called minister. I am mindful of how I am one link in the chain of ministers going back to the early 1800’s (with that little pause in the middle) and also how I am blessed to be part of the meshwork of Unitarian ministry in Savannah which includes all of us who belong to the church today, as well as in the years that have preceded and will succeed us.

In the mood of reflection and appreciation, and in the spirit of awe, I have been writing down just a few of the moments that stick with me. These moments not only serve as points that fix these years in my memory, but are reminders of what sorts of things I value in ministry, the things in which I want to persist and to build upon in the years to come. I hope thinking in this way may spark the same for you. The greatest gift of our religious past is the power it has to generate a life-giving future.

So here are the first 30 which are top of mind. I lay them down here without explanation because to do otherwise would be to write a book. I ask in advance forgiveness for omissions. As I suggested in my last sermon (“Lost & Found”) I hope you’ll look at this list with a pen in hand and make a note of where you made these events happen--through imagination, collaboration, and hard work. I invite you to add to the list for yourself and go ahead and share your additions with Alan Kindler in the office (admin@uusavannah.org), since this fuller inventory will become part of the way we tell the history of the church, and, I hope, create its amazing future.

Thirty in mind and heart (in no particular order):

1. Cultivating a collaborative Sunday worship practice that brings tradition and audacity, expectation and surprise, and an uplifting energy every week

2. The chain of legal same sex marriage celebrations with license signings following the Supreme Court ruling (and the “illegal” before that!)

3. Our Radio station going live on the internet, and then on the actual airwaves to become Savannah’s #1 station

4. Concerts in our sanctuary that brought talent from our family and community into the shared light

5. Blessing the animals of our lives on sunny days in the middle of Troup square every year in October and Remembering those we have lost in out All Souls Service in November

6. Our Young people coming of age and bridging with our support

7. Forming a beautiful partner church relationship with the Pestszentlorinc church in Budapest and our pilgrimages there and theirs to here.

8. Our Savannah Faith Pilgrimage, learning our history by foot

9. Gathering to honor and remember the passing of our own in Memorial services

10. The renovation of the office, then the balcony, then the roof, and last Rahn Hall

11. The welcoming of more than 230 new members into the community

12. The growth of our caring community into a body that takes care of church members in times of challenge in extraordinary ways

13. Showing up for Savannah Pride, when we were one of the very few churches to do so

14. The ritual of baby blessings with a packed apse and parade around the sanctuary

15. The launch of a church information system that works, producing a photo directory

16. The most traditional of Christmas eves services and our Jingle Bell fests on the square and a traditional Easter celebration

17. Opening a bookstore

18. Forming a talented staff team that brings talent, care and vision to the church as they care for and support each other

19. Welcoming into the pulpit preachers from our tradition as well as other denominations, and a whole bunch of our own members

20. Building a church safety team

21. Making our church into a sanctuary for families in need through Family Promise and having us sleeping in the church

22. The launch of the Green Team, and the growth of the environmental ministry

23. Bringing the farthest corners of our church buildings to useful life

24. Reimagining our paradigm for pledging to the church

25. Being ambitious in putting ourselves out in the community, with neighborhood love walks, love bbq on the square, memorial interfaith workshops, Faith events with students, vespers on the river, and so many addresses to rallies and political bodies

26. MLK days traditions of marching the streets and hoisting the city in our house for music, words and fellowship.

27. Text study groups from the Bible to Humanist and Buddhist Text that went deep and broad

28. Our kids showing up and sharing their vital faith lives on RE Sundays

29. Our annual island picnic tour from Tybee to Oatland to Skidaway. Auction meals and events all over. Dinner church and all the meals we cooked-up and ate up together (mostly using hot plates and crock pots)

30. Starting and growing a small group ministry program with 5 years of home-made materials and a whole squad of new group leaders

Thank you my friends, the gifts of our time together will remain with me as cherished memory, inspiring energy, and instruction for living. May your journey be so blessed as well in the years to come.

In faith, hope, and love.

Rev. David H. Messner

Meditations

Glimpsing the Field By David H. Messner

The cold air surrounding us

Now seems

An untrustworthy signal of the change.

But putting the lawnmower in the barn,

Back-porch reading on the shelf,

And swimsuits up to the attic

Make it official.

Let us remember to grab hold of this summer just past

To etch its story onto our spirits

So its fleeting warmth and ease, may bind us over

With memory of what we have left behind

and gratitude for what we take forward.

The surprise of red-yellow leaves on the ground

In residence too soon, but still

Catching the good light of shortened days.

The novelty of the school bus coming-up the drive

Carrying us to something unknown, but ever

Filling the year with promise.

Autumn is a time of falling away

A chance to see the outline of the trees more clearly

To glimpse then, even, the long-hidden field that lies beyond

An ample space to take stock of the winter woodpile

In this season of clarity,

May we move toward, rather than away,

from the suffering of the world

With empathy, humility and a reckless faith

May we respond deeply to the yearnings of the soul

For healing, expression, and an abundant peace.

Meditation on a 7 Year Birthday Cake By David H. Messner

Please join now in a time of centering and unfolding of the imagination, of reaching together toward a different time and place….So close your eyes and take a deep breath…

Because in that place, it is your 7th birthday.  First thing you know, the music rises-up, and someone who loves you walks carefully toward you carrying seven burning candles, floating atop the cake you got to pick…

An in that half-darkness, still you can see the pride and love of the cake-bearer.  Your friends are surrounding you, leaning forward in anticipation…waiting for your inner hope to trigger the action and rewards that are sure follow.

Once each year you get this chance.  You have this power and only you.  Secret and magical.  How will you use this awesome gift?  What will be your wish? 

You only have a moment, but don’t panic.  It’s a moment that all yours—one that hangs there suspended, as the candles burn slowly down.  What will be your wish?

Did you plan it all out? Or maybe you forgot in all the excitement of the day? Perhaps in your seven-year-old heart a want is always near the surface and ready to be exhaled.   Maybe you can’t imagine wanting anything but the wonder of that moment?  What will be your wish?

The wish you make silently in that moment of opening seems like it might count deeply in your life and connects you to the lives of the people around you. 

The song subsides and you leap, into the best possibility you can imagine.  Maybe it’s one you won’t remember fifty years or even one day later, but in the moment it’s a perfect confession of the heart.

Now open your eyes and imagine this place differently.  Breathe in anticipation.  Know that you friends are surrounding you.  Know that this is a space where the moment is ours and the hopes of the heart carry profound force.   What will be your wish?

CTA #55  By David H. Messner

The 55 runs the Southside from side to side and back again.

It is the semi-official unintentional Chicago Transit Authority tour

of the notable and the forgettable, both,

shuttling from Airport to Museum and through all of the less-ordered life between. 

The bus holds an unlikely, but perpetual, space-in-motion for people in common need, 

who otherwise wouldn't see—and certainly wouldn't push-up against—one another.

Two and a quarter, buys brief entrance to its semi-permeable world.

It guarantees the route, but not the ride. And you need to know, the 55 does not make change. 

As the bus lurches and groans, block to block, from Cicero to Pulaski and over the Dan Ryan,

the doors hiss open again and again to anyone waiting at the right spot, at the right moment.

Sometimes the platform even kneels to the street for those who would roll on.

Though accessible and hospitable often prove to be different things.

You can feel the collective evaluation of each applicant,

As they rise from 55th street into the overheated little box.

You become aware of the silent process that goes into motion,

the negotiation of a place just to be for each new member.

Will you move your bag or your feet to accommodate?

Maybe look distantly out the window instead,

Send a text message, retreating to some more personal place.

Hoping that the new body, uninvited, keeps moving on by.

Some long left standing, edge toward a seat,

seeking eye contact and to negotiate a shared space.

But after a time, the places where people rest are firm and fixed–changes are unlikely to erupt.

The sitting will sit and the standing will stand, as the bus rolls on, unbothered by the difference.

The sock man bursts into the narrow aisle with a force of his own,

and a plastic sack full of dodgy-looking goods.

I have socks, all kinds of socks, get your socks, he sings.

His persistent cadence, testing communal patience and the limits of acceptance.

And as the futility of it all becomes a fact, the sock man raps more desperately,

until he suddenly surrenders and stumbles off of the bus...

See, the 55 always leaves you somewhere different than where you started,

but remember, the 55 does not make change.

So, today, may we all climb on this bus together.

May we look alertly to one another's eyes

and make space, here, right now, on the seat next to us.

May our individual journeys each be fulfilled in our long ride together

And may we even sometimes, consider taking a new pair of socks home with us.

On Intuition By David H. Messner

Listen for an inner voice,

Trust your gut,

Make the call, because it feels right.

Intuiting is knowing.

So Cultivate your intuition.

Without way-stations between the problem and the solution,

There couldn't be another better answer,

No matter how long we thought about it, or studied it, or talked about it.

Intuiting is knowing.

So Believe in your intuition.

I didn't really understand intuition until we had children

Who gave birth to a thousand decisions to be confronted,

with due speed and confident resolution.

From where do you make those thousand judgments?

Without time for deduction and no oracles to consult, but each other,

Relying only on parental instinct,

based only on the rationality of deep caring.

And these have been the most important little decisions of our lives.

So I ask,

When have you trusted in your own inner voice?

And where has it led you?

What are the decisions pressing in your life now?

Too big to leave to reason alone.

And,

Where might you give your intuition new leash and new territory on which to roam?

That we may have trust in its counsel and be healed by its expression...

SERMONS

The Perilous Landscape of Adulthood

Rev. David H. Messner

I’m preaching today with the spirit of coming of age and with the inspiration and in the honor of our four young people who we recognize today as crossing an important threshold.  Coming of Age is the marking of the step from childhood into adulthood.  And that deserves recognition and I believe our reverence.  

Now the truth is, we simply get older, whether we do anything, feel anything or believe anything or not.  It takes intention, faith, courage and work to actually cross these thresholds.  Let me put it another way.  The river will take you downstream, if you just jump in and go with the flow, you will get somewhere.  But getting across to the opposite bank, navigating through the rushing waters, takes a sense of timing, a little nerve, the right shoes, smarts about which rocks are good footings, and wisdom about whose hand you hold while you get over.  

These all happen to be the practical byproducts of religious life.  And so we do honor to this particular crossing today.  We receive a few today as they bridge into our adult circle, and so I hope these words resonate for them, but make no mistake, I am preaching to each of us here, who continue to struggle to cross our own thresholds every day, to wrestle with the meaning and purpose of this “adulthood.”  

And, as on all days from this pulpit, I preach to myself, that I might see my own path forward more clearly and live into a little more fully. I’d like to think I will grow-up a little in the days to come and exploring the nature of life is connected to that possibility.

Carl Sandburg wrote those words, we heard, on the seeming paradox of life’s challenges,

'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'

'Life is a soft loam; be gentle; go easy.'

A tough will counts. 

So does a rich soft wanting.

Coming of age means coming to terms with the hardness of life and its softness both. The process of coming to terms with both, strangely I know, entails peril.  Moving into adulthood means being exposed to constant risk and danger.  Coming of age means giving up some kinds of security blankets of childhood, to be more vulnerable to this danger.  

This is not a pastoral moment of encouragement; it is what we call the prophetic function of the pulpit, to tell the truth as near as I can detect it.  So, there it is, much of the landscape of adulthood holds potential danger.  It’s not a case of just getting past it as a phase or one time challenge; it’s the problem of living with danger every day of your life.

But I have good news, just to ensure that you all won't refuse to participate in the remainder of the service and resign yourselves to riding a raft down that river.  The good and saving news I have in this some danger is real and some is imaginary.  Adulthood exposes you to both kinds in abundance.  A grounded life of faith is about knowing the difference between the two and making your choices.

First, the danger to your being.  In the earlier phases of life, we might underestimate physical risk.  Let me explain what we’re talking about.  I remember being up at our wonderful retreat center, “The Mountain” in the North Carolina Mountains.  We took a day hike to a pristine waterfall out in the woods.  It had what might appear to be a perfect little platform 20, 30, 40 feet in the air, it grows in my recollection. From this platform, it had become the practice for some to jump into the icy pool below.  

I observed the behavior of our group at that time and I can say empirically that it was exclusively youth that scurried up the wall to jump and adulthood that looked to climb to a spot to enjoy the cool mist off the falls.  Climbing to the top of a cliff and jumping off headfirst At 14 this is in the realm of possibility at 41 it is not, at least I speak for myself and the small sample I marched with on that day.  

Adulthood can mean the choice of not answering the obvious call.  A 40-foot cliff is not necessarily a call to jump.  It may be a call to simply enjoy the mist of the falls, with your feet soaking in the pool.  

Entering adulthood means finding the patience and calm to hear the second deeper call that sometimes awaits.

Now I know, with my mind-reading capabilities, that there are more vigorous sorts, older than I am, that wouldn’t a blinked at that dive, and would indeed think me a wimp if they saw the actual place I’m preaching about.  It’s a personal thing, so take the metaphor and use it to discern what it means for you, use it to tease apart the different calls of the foolish dive and the gentle mist.

And to take care of yourselves.  That is our prayer today as we acknowledge your entrance into our adult community, and bear witness to your freedom and sovereignty.  The power you have to choose the trouble you get into.  Choose that trouble with full knowledge of how precious you are.  Know that you are wondrously made.  See yourself in every moment through the eyes of the people who love you and let that give you caution and confidence both.

If I have the empirical knowledge that youth brings a certain indifference to certain physical risks in the world, it is my own experience and intuition that in young adulthood, we underestimate spiritual risk. 

There are dangers to your soul on the terrain in front of you as well, so many I can only begin to tell you of them today:

  • It’s dangerous not to cherish and make use of every moment of life you’re gifted

  • It’s dangerous to shut yourself off from people who aren't like you

  • It’s dangerous to let someone suffer when you can help

  • It’s dangerous to imagine the worst and live less because of it

  • It’s dangerous to conclude that you know all the answers or that you can't find them

Take seriously the care of your soul because it is infinitely wondrous and ever-hungry.

Yes, in youth we underestimate physical danger and we sometimes fail to notice the spiritual kind at all, but we sadly overweight the emotional kind.   There is so often the danger to your “imaginary self”

  • The danger of looking foolish

  • The danger of not being liked

  • The danger of being excluded

  • The danger of appearing different than you are supposed to be

  • The danger of not being as good as you should be

These are the false dangers and a dozen more like them will follow you everywhere in this crazy adulthood.  

Let me give some stereo-typifying examples: Playing a first recital, trying out for jv soccer, inviting a prom date, applying to college.  We had a good conversation when we were planning this service about the idea and the practicalities of coming out and standing in front of people in the church.   These all sneak back in different forms in adulthood, in jobs and relationships, and in personal struggles.

All of these I’m talking about are dangers to your imaginary self but are the very food of your true self.  I mean bizarrely they feed your soul.  Sandburg’s poem echoes for us, “be a fool every so often and to have no shame over having been a fool.”  When your heart and mind are surely in the right place, steel yourself and invite as much failure and foolishness and communal shunning as you can muster your strength to have rain down upon your being. It will carry you across.

Ask yourself.  So what could happen?  Dream-up the worst story possible.  Laughter, rejection, disappointment.  And then wake with humor and a rich soft wanting for that kind of danger. A wanting to courageously feed your soul.

As you stand today practice this.  These here are your people, we are your people.  Get that.  Standing on out on our own and fearlessly offering whatever we have with trust that we will be embraced by our people. 

Then don’t just do that in the minute or two you are up here today, that’s not really what I’m saying.  Do it with all the circles of your life. Your family, your friends, find the ones you can love and trust and then live dangerously with the strength of that circle around you.

Today is the day as you cross the threshold.  Entering into a mature life of faith means holding the knowledge that you are wondrously made close and deep and then making choices again and again.  

Witnessing you here is what coming of age is about.  Make no mistake, it’s not that this day has come because we think you are tough enough to face every danger the world holds.  We don’t wish that toughness upon you or upon any of us. You must be as vulnerable in many ways as you have ever been.  

Instead, we know you carry the brilliance and righteousness to sort out the complexity of the world.  To live wondrously with the guiding strength of your spirit, the softness of your hearts and with us right beside you.  

Go forth and do that. Amen.


Demons, Pigs, and Saviors:  Opening Ourselves to Grace

It was early in my first preaching class when I faced the hat.  One day, the hat of destiny was passed ‘round and I drew my lot. The slip read Luke, chapter 8—my first sermon assignment.  I naturally was still waiting and looking for the special UU hat, chock-full of Mary Oliver and Billy Collins, but none was forthcoming….

So I turned to the passage which went like this: Jesus and friends sail into the Gerasenes and are met on the shore by a demon-possessed man, naked and living in the tombs.  Jesus commands the evil spirits to come out of him and they leap into a nearby herd of pigs that rush down the hill and drown in the lake.  Townspeople heard about this, came down to the shore and saw the healed man.  After little thought they, “asked Jesus to leave them, because they were overcome with fear. So he got into the boat and left. The man from whom the demons had gone out begged to go with him, but Jesus sent him away, saying, ‘Return home and tell how much God has done for you.’ So the man went away and told all over town how much Jesus had done for him.”[1]

Oh no, I thought, this one’s about Jesus.  I can count on losing about half the congregation right-off.  And wait, magical demons? Another quarter gone.  And finally, the slaughter of the pigs…losing me the vegans, the animal rights people and folks who don’t believe in wasting food.  I imagined it would just be my wife in the pews when I finished preaching it in my Church…and I considered, maybe I’ll just keep it under wraps, a “practice” sermon for school.

Over the years though, I keep coming back to this seemingly remote and fantastic parable because it challenges us in everyday matters, not about one-time miracles, but in connecting to the continuous flow of the divine in our living world.  I share it today because it’s the kind of place where our historical tradition can still feed us, I share it as a personal prayer for grace, and because I believe it can be fundamental to all of us in changing the experience of living in the here-and-now.  It teaches amidst the clattering of demons, pigs and saviors, the importance of opening ourselves to the ever-present possibility of grace moving in our lives and community. 

We must know that we don’t suffer from a paucity of divine grace available, for it indeed abounds, but instead a challenge in our inclination to receive and relay it.  We’re not expecting it and counting on it always when we should.   Like the people in the story, only the most desperate turned-out to meet the stranger on the shore.  He wasn’t so sure himself, but at the very end of his rope, he found the strength to stand fast and to welcome an uncertain gift.

But first, what sense can we make of these demons?  Experience, like tradition, tells us they go after men and women, adults and children, rich and poor, gifted and challenged.[i]  They come in all shapes and they cling-fast whether we deserve them or not.  They isolate us from our communities and our best hopes.  And if at first we feel like resisting because reason instructs us so, we are also strangely drawn to them by our gut.  Anyone who has suffered chronic addiction or relentless abuse, endured suffocating grief, lived in anxious insecurity or faced profound illness knows that sense of being thwarted by something inside that is not one’s true self.

My experiences as a chaplain in a psychiatric unit have reinforced my conviction, as these demons get named time and again.  Recently, after a long while talking about routine matters, one of my patients quietly confided in me, the source of all the trouble.  In his youth, he was confronted by a real demon and his life was never the same.  He described that image and struggle for 30 years to combat it; he viscerally communicated his enduring terror.  Against the reality of that story, it was impossible to launch a debate about its factuality.  It was as true as anything could be; the call was not to deny the demon, but to respond from the heart and lean recklessly together into hope for dispelling the demon.

There is a power in naming that which afflicts us.  A defect of character might be here to stay, but a demon may just be a passing storm.  In ancient times, there was recognition of pure misfortune.  In modernity, this has morphed into individual failings.[ii]  This illusion of total control may be countered by a healthy imagination of the forces outside the self.  We are extraordinary, but dependent beings.  We rely on so much which transcends us as individuals. 

Within our tradition, Grace is the accepting power that transforms.[iii]  Paul Tillich memorably articulated it as “the reunion of life with life, the reconciliation of the self with itself.”[iv]  Grace is simply the gift of reconnection.  It requires a pragmatic faith that sharpens our attention to the presence of the divine and courageous faith in which we make ourselves vulnerable to it.  We deeply need each other to live into this possibility.  So I ask:  Where have you found Grace in your life?  Who has borne it toward you?  And even more importantly, to whom could you become the bearer of grace, if you were awake to the possibility?

And together, how does the community stand in relation to the possibility of grace?  What did they say to Jesus?! They said: “Please leave.”  They saw the transformation and said “get out!”  And if we were standing in the crowd?  I hope I would have rushed forward and said “Wow, that was awesome.  I noticed what you did there Jesus and I get it…maybe you should stay awhile?  We’re about to go into search for a minister at our little Unitarian Church and some of us have our own small demons you could help with.  You can come to my house first….

I hope that’s what I would’ve done, but I’m not so sure.  I don't know if I would have wanted to see myself in the suffering man or been brave enough to name myself aloud as the suffering man.  To be honest, I can think of the way I’ve received offers of grace in my own past…It’s not been Jesus landing on my shore, but how many times have I been offered the possibility of healing from people who love me and I have said, please go? I don't need your help, because I know what I'm doing, because I can handle it, because I don’t want to admit otherwise and maybe I’m afraid to live differently. 

How many times do we ignore the offer of aid from a parent or spouse, teacher or friend in times of struggle—people who, in love, could show a better possibility of understanding and living?   How often do we blindly bypass grace from a community seeking to embrace and transform us?  How many of us are lost outside the church-house doors, not witnessing the abundance inside? 

At the end remember, Jesus commissioned our friend to “Return home and tell how much God has done for you."  What choice do we have when we receive a startling and precious gift of Grace that transforms us, but to take that possibility forward to the people we love?  Such is the heart of a gentle evangelism which requires that we risk ourselves with others.

In that concluding moment, we are also cautioned of the pitfalls in being a newly-minted minister, as the prophet goes forth to tell how much Jesus had done for him. Something is lost in translation.   Jesus didn’t say “tell them all about me,” he said, “tell them about God.”  This is not mere ministerial humility; it’s the heart of the message, particularly for Unitarian Universalists...

I think what Jesus was saying was: I’m getting on the boat and leaving, but tell them not to worry, know that the true source of Grace in your lives isn’t going anywhere... Whether you hear this as theist or humanist, the point is the same—the power remains here with you and you remain here for each other—just make sure to pay attention and to take a chance for a better life. 

So friends, may we know and name our demons, but be neither defined nor displaced by them.  May we open ourselves to the ever-present Grace at work in our lives and lift each other toward the imminent possibility of human wholeness.  Amen.


Loyalty, Betrayal, and Transformation

Breaking up is hard to do. You know that it’s true.  It’s almost Biblical.  Don't take your love, away from me. Don't you leave my heart in misery….  See what he was talking about was one kind of loss and disappointment, think of all that we've been through, he sang with a slightly too-sunny attitude. What we had was good yesterday, so it would be good tomorrow, and gee it’s too bad to lose it, because wouldn’t it be fun to still be in a relationship.  And maybe it’s a little surprising because I wasn’t expecting it.  See, I think this pleasing tune is missing the point.  Breaking up is hard to do, not just because it’s disappointing, not just because there’s some foregone pleasure, but because it’s a promise broken, and when it’s a promise of love, breaking is a deep betrayal.  It’s not just heart-breaking news; it’s soul-shaking disloyalty.  All enduring and rewarding relationships are about promises, and loyalty is the slippery virtue at their heart.

Right, and it’s not just the romantic kind of break-up that’s complicated.  Friends, groups, communities can bind us powerfully, and sometimes it is surprisingly hard to be separated. Like, has anyone here ever left a job they’d been really invested in? Has anyone ever had to walk in and tell your boss and the people you work with that one this particular day you were done and not coming back?  Maybe it was a struggling little non-profit you told you were running away to divinity school, or maybe it was a congregation you told that you were going to become a professor, or maybe it was another school that you told the University of Chicago looked more glamorous to you….

Myself, I remember leaving one company, to go on to an irrefutably better job with a competitor.  It took me a week to build up the courage to tell my people.  And then having convinced myself that those feelings were pathological, I did so with the most business-like and reasonable attitude I could muster.  But in speaking the words, I felt the immediate pain anyway of betraying my own devotion.  It was a disorienting moment creating a kind of dissonance between want and action.  And then I got calls at home, with colleagues asking, how could you? And bosses asking, is it something we did?  It wasn’t a romantic break-up, so why should it have been so personal and so hard?  But it was.  It stung of the rupturing of the unspoken bonds that we had all believed would last. 

I think we are naturally inclined toward loyalty and that we need it.  Total commitment frees us from distraction and the drudgery of deliberation.  It gives the kind of liberty we require to live and work together in ways that best fulfill human possibility.    So maybe, it turns out that if the break-up doesn’t hurt a little, and then there was something missing in that relationship. 

This all having been said, pledging our allegiance to one another seems to have become rare in our lives.  How odd and almost alarming it is now for someone to request our open declaration of loyalty.  Have you ever started a job and had to take a pledge or had your boss say to that they expect total loyalty?  Or started dating someone who quickly asks for your explicit pledge of fidelity?  Has a minister ever given you a clear talk about not running around in other Churches?  These would feel alarming, indeed to many of us.

Loyalty declarations have been preserved as if in amber in only a few particular places.  We pledge allegiance to the flag.  This one has even grown, with the new “under God” part added not so long ago, though what meaning beyond the subliminal could this quasi-voluntary promise possibly have in the fourth grade?  Oaths of office and other ceremonial pledges have this same feeling of being frozen and lifeless artifacts.

Pledging mutual unending loyalty at our weddings, it seems like a natural and sure-fire fit.  But now, even in these rites of passage, it is not unheard of for the couple to pause, when preparing the vows, to be faithful…until death do us part?  What if we don’t like each other sometime in the future?  It would be bizarre to stay together.  Let’s not be irrational and grandiose, some say. So true and practically wise, but we can feel the twinge of loss of a beautifully dangerous and irrational proclamation that has a magic of its own.

So I ask: how often do we consciously pledge our allegiance to anything, whether silently and alone or aloud in community?  These may be prelude either to the pain of betrayal or to radical fulfillment.  I want to raise the possibility today that pledges and betrayals both may be way-stations on the path to all kinds of life-giving transformations if we stop and make good use of them.

The primary reason loyalty has fallen out of favor, is not our moral decay, but our intellectual evolution.  Perhaps we’re jaded and accept the perpetual impermanence of things.  Perhaps we don’t believe we are much in control.  Perhaps we don’t see virtue in loyalty, but childish irrationalism, instead. 

For this reason, as Henry Gates observed, the standard 6-step psychological model of moral development has “loyalty, trust and gratitude” as stage 3, a middling and defective stop. This ladder ends in the Kantian perfection of the individual operating under the guidance of universal and impersonal principles.  Loyalty is a virtue this story goes, but an adolescent one at best, as we develop we move on to something higher—less personal, but more exalted.

It is right to take careful note of one peculiar claim of loyalty—the intention to conduct ourselves in non-rational ways.  Loyalty means acting with deliberate and sustained bias in favor of that to which one is loyal.  There can be lesser and greater loyalties.  There can be bounds and balancing, but there is no escaping a commitment to subordinate other values…merit…fairness …prosperity…kindness…collective welfare…at least sometimes.  Putting it this way might make us uncomfortable.  Herein lays the paradox of loyalty:  It is a character virtue we would all likely profess a desire to possess, but resolve not to practice with any force.

Let’s be clear too that a so-called virtue of loyalty, and the pressure to swear our loyalty, have time and again in history resulted with the many worse-off than we would have been.  Loyalty to clan and cult has resulted in bloody conflict.  Loyalty to family has resulted in nepotistic rewards for the few and incompetent governance for the many.  Loyalty to business has resulted in the value of money being tragically placed over the value of life. This is the paradox of loyalty—Virtuous character and action for the individual and sometimes toxic effects for the community.

Maybe for all of these logical reasons, no one asks for us to pledge our loyalty anymore.  Even the nature of what we mean in using the word has shifted.  Loyalty has become a neutrally descriptive, rather than a prescriptively normative, concept.  The psychological laws of exercise and effect determine our loyalty states rather than our heart and will. 

Nowadays we are committed to a brand of toothpaste as a loyal consumer, devoted to a musical group as a loyal fan or at best a football team. We have become the object and are no longer the subject of loyalty.  Now I am not going to stand here and preach against football and loyalty going together in a certain pleasurable way—that would be insane. 

I am going to suggest we make choices to make the same kind of outrageous, public, and enduring commitments that some people reserve for Sunday afternoons and the stadium, on Sunday mornings in the Church or more importantly every day in our homes.  We need to reassert our subjectivity through intentional commitment.  We should reclaim this part of our deep religious tradition that has for so long sustained us. 

The Hebrew Bible holds the seeds of loyalism with its thick notion of covenant.   The deal with the deity from the first is one of a pure gift with some rules that trail along—unsolicited and unearned grace.  After the flood which mythically washed away human evil, the deal had changed (Sacks).  Human flourishing relied not only upon the abundant grace of God, not only adherence to the laws but reciprocal loyalty to God by humans. 

Loyalty, true loyalty is evermore about intention and declaration toward that something of ultimate worth.  Loyalty is about full reciprocity.  Loyalty in this sense is a spiritual challenge and not just a neutral descriptor after the fact.  Loyalty was born out of the recognition of the need for our participation in making the goodness of the world and not just taking it for granted.

Not all loyalties are equal though.  Someone once told me: don’t love a company, it will not love you back.  I wonder, how many other inert forms do we grace with our loyalty?  And where we seem to pledge our loyalty most vigorously, they are places where not only is love not returned, but where it couldn’t possibly matter at all.  We might remember Kurt Vonnegut’s clever term from his book Cat’s Cradle, a granfalloon “a seeming team that was meaningless in terms of the ways God gets things done.”  He counted among the most egregious examples, alumni associations and political parties and nations….Which kinds of relationships matter in the way God gets things done?  The relationships with those living life right beside you…the relationships to your own deepest self…and the relationships to the sacred.  These are the objects that are also subjects and can return love and hope. 

The truth though is that this kind of sustaining loyalty can only exist in the shadow of the possibility of betrayal.  This is the paradox of loyalty: A total faithfulness that cannot be betrayed is not true fidelity, it is mere captivity.   This past week we memorialize annually the paradigmatic tale of loyalty and betrayal in the Christian story of Judas and Jesus.  From the 26th Chapter of Matthew: “Then went one of the twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, to the chief priests. And [he] said to them: What will you give me, and I will deliver him unto you?  [And] they appointed him thirty pieces of silver. And from thenceforth he sought opportunity to betray [Jesus].” 

Now all kinds of things don’t make sense in the story to me.  Given the arc of events, what exactly was the effect of Judas’ betrayal?  Was the crucifixion reasonably an outcome of the betrayal that wouldn’t have occurred otherwise?  Also, that Matthew's passage was the only evidence in the gospels of the specific payment.  Do thirty pieces of silver seem like very little or a lifetime’s wealth?  Do we believe it was about the money, or should we look for a deeper struggle?  We might think about whether Judas made a brave choice in betrayal, and found a kind of freedom from discipleship he could no longer believe.  This is the paradox of loyalty:  Commitment and betrayal each offer a species of human freedom in the right context. 

Some don’t worry about these facts and conveniently use Judas as a simple symbol of evil amidst goodness.  More elaborately, some have worked, in service of the necessity of divine foreknowledge to explain loyalty and defection among the disciples as perfunctory. 

Some glorify Judas, as specially chosen for the indispensable task; the non-canonical Gospel of Judas gives the full scoop as Jesus confides to Judas:  “you will exceed all of them. For you will sacrifice the man (the shell of flesh) that clothes me.”  Loyalty and betrayal are not good per se, but each plays a necessary role in the fulfillment of the best human reality in line with fate.

And I think this is partly right.  There is a codependence of loyalty and betrayal, but its real locus is, I think, human and not divine.  Only in the light of Judas’ betrayal does the relative loyalty of the other disciples have meaning.  It’s too easy to fall for the magical view of the roots of our faith.  I mean if a God comes (and your darn sure she’s God) and stands in front of you and says follow me, how hard is it to fall in line?  No, I don’t think it was at all that obvious at the time, standing there in that desert.  I don’t personally find it all that clear now.  A powerful and wild choice was made by each of the Disciples between loyalty and betrayal, and I don’t think they discerned that life-changing choice through technical calculation and deliberation of the facts before them.

The ultimate defining loyalty moment comes a short time later in the story.  That ultimate moment is one thing Easter is about.  What was uncertain before the crucifixion amidst all of the noise of society became crystalline at the time when all seemed over and done and lost.   The Disciples make the leap to radical and outrageous belief in a messiah risen from the dead. 

Some take this as a factual miracle and a symbol of the hand of God coming to conquer sin.  I want to suggest that the great human power of this moment lies in its testimony to the practice of reckless human loyalty, as resilient virtue in the face of a sometimes catastrophic reality.  Loyalty does not produce a “corrected reality,” but a sustaining faith in its stead.  In our own most vulnerable moments, may we have the courage to do the same and be transformed by it in all the days which follow. 

May it be so and Amen.