Inspiration:

Spirit of Wholeness, help me to nurture what is whole and what is holy, making room for those seeds of health to grow. 

 

 

 

Born Again… and Again… and Again

You’ve all heard the expression “born again.” “Born again” is one way that religious people describe this experience of transformation…On this issue of being born again, I come down on the side of ee cummings, who once wrote: “We can never be born enough.” We can never be born enough. The soul—the curious soul, at least, the alive soul—always longs to be made new. To be ever-more whole. To be reborn. Not because we were born wrong the first time, but because we grow and learn and change. And so my wish for us is that we be born again…and again…and again. 

by Robert Hardies, Senior Minister, All Souls Church, Unitarian, Washington, D.C. TO READ MORE

Inspiration:

 

Why is it harder to change your mind than change your clothes?

 

 

 

On Pilgrimage

Most of them were barefoot,
having walked dozens, if not hundreds, of miles
through forests and towns
with nothing but a small bundle carried on their heads:
a sheet, toothbrush, book of teachings,
a change of underwear, a little food and water.
Their robes were black or orange or red,
pilgrims coming from all over southern India
throughout the warm winter season.
For me it was Christmas Day, 1990.
For them it was a journey of epic proportions,
soliciting the blessing of Lord Ayappa.
Many chanted, some meditated quietly;
all were on pilgrimage to Sabarimala.
Never were Indian men so exuberant,
having left the routines of their lives.
Their eyes shined with anticipation
as they cheerfully greeted others.
This was a luminous time in their lives.
On pilgrimage, they were open to change.

by Alan Taylor, Senior Minister, Unity Temple Unitarian Universalist Congregation, Oak Park, Illinois TO READ MORE

Inspiration:

 

 

I open my heart to the possibilities unfolding within and around me.

 

 

Welcoming the Stranger

Our lives are changing, and I’m sure they will continue to do so for quite some time. Opening up your home to someone can be challenging, and I’m more aware than ever before how true that is when it comes to preparing for a new baby. Our second bedroom is slowly (very slowly) becoming a nursery, and friends have already given us some items we will need. We will soon, even more than we have already, open our lives up to this little person who is coming.

It’s in that openness that we are transformed. That’s the thing; so often we think of hospitality as being about the guest. It is. But it’s also about the host and how the practice can change us. I know we will be changed in ways we can’t even imagine by our coming child. I hope it changes us for the better, even as we struggle with little sleep, even less money, and a presence in our lives that will radically change so much.

I hope that change is for the better; that our little one, not just a guest we are welcoming but a new person in our house and our hearts, will open us up to new possibilities and awaken new realities.

By Christian Schmidt, Intern Minister at the First Parish in Needham TO READ MORE

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Inspiration:

 

Do something foolish today. Then think about how habitually giving yourself permission to be foolish might change you.

April Fools Day Jokes and Pranks

 

The Story of Uncle Ben

Dear Dr. Science,
What was Uncle Ben’s rice before it was converted?
from Marlene of Zionsville, IN

Uncle Ben was one of the first Unitarians, a dogma-free religion that pretty much lets you believe whatever you want, and will defend your right to believe it. Before he adopted this remarkably even-handed approach to matters of faith, Uncle Ben was an elder in the Church of the Practically Insane, a mind-control cult that ran a string of Nudist camps in Northern Arkansas and Southern Missouri. The rice connection came from a bet he once made with an agnostic. Uncle Ben claimed he was such a good preacher that he could even convert rice. His attempts to convert a bowl of white basmati rice caused the personal epiphany that led Uncle Ben to abandon his current belief system and embrace the relative tolerance of Unitarianism.

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Join us at 7 pm ET tonight for our service of Reflection & Connection: http://www.livestream.com/questformeaning

Inspiration:

 

After the wind storm
A tree has crashed on the path.
Just the place to sit.

–Lynn Ungar

Multi-Racial Families

Most people who talk about multiracial families talk about the beauty and joy of loving across difference. And there is plenty of beauty and joy. But there is pain too. In my family, there is the pain of hearing my twenty-year-old son say, “You can never understand how it is,” and being unable to deny that what he says is true. I will never know what he faces as a young black man in this still painfully racist culture. My white privilege has allowed me a lifetime of naiveté, keeping me blissfully unaware of the effects of racism on the soul: addiction, incarceration, violence, and despair. I never imagined my beautiful son would struggle with every one of them. My eyes and heart have been broken open and while that has given me room to grow, it has also been very painful.

In that struggle, I’ve had to search my heart and my faith tradition for strength, and I’ve been blessed to find it. Our commitment to diversity and justice is real and it matters, both in individual lives and in building a better world. That comforts and inspires me. But I’ve been surprised to find that what comforts me more is the messy and very human way we’ve had to learn about what it means to put our vision into practice. For every amazing, proud moment of justice-making, there have been assumptions and false starts, mistakes and missteps on the journey. Our best moments have often been when we’ve listened and learned and taken the time to make amends and a new beginning—picking up pieces and using them to build something new and beautiful.

In my family and in my spiritual community, I need to know that my imperfect efforts will be accepted and even blessed. That my heart—as many times as it has been broken and mended and broken again—is good enough and strong enough, even if the cracks sometimes show.