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Daring Greatly, Part 2: Cultivating Resilience in Life’s Minefield of Shame– UUSS Sunday Sermon for April 7, 2013

Rev. Roger Jones, Associate Minister

Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento

With Spoken Word Artist Mahsea Evans

Hymns:   from Singing the Journey:  Comfort Me; from Las Voces del Camino:  Ven, Espiritu de Amor; from Singing the Living Tradition:  #108, How Can I Keep from Singing?; #151, I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free.

Pastoral Prayer:  printed after the sermon

 Sermon: 

Imagine that you are at a weekend art fair, and you are one of those artists or craftspeople sitting by their creations, sitting in a tent as folks wander in and out.   You’ve put your talents and time and soul into the work.  Strangers come in, glance around, look bored and walk out.  Others grimace.  Some complain about the prices. What’s it like to go through this?   Probably a different experience for every artist.

Of course it can be reassuring when you have a deep conversation with a visitor intrigued by your work—and even better when you sell something.  Yet your success is not in your sales or your status, it’s in the fact that you put yourself out there.

In her book Daring Greatly[1], Dr. Brene Brown asserts that engaging vulnerability is the key to personal growth–stretching your comfort zones, daring to show who you are.  Being authentic is the key to living “a Wholehearted life.”

Brown advises, however, that being vulnerable does not mean letting it all hang out or “over-sharing.”   It means choosing when to “go out on a limb,” and with whom.  It means having a support system in place when you take a risk.  Being vulnerable feels uncomfortable, but to those around us, it looks like courage.

Yet shame hinders our courage.  Shame gets in the way of growth.

Shame is the fearful feeling that you are not good enough:  not worthy of acceptance, belonging, or love.  Feeling shame is not the same as feeling guilt.  Guilt is the regret you feel when you have made a mistake, let others down, let yourself down, broken the law, or broken a vow.

Guilt is when you say:  “I am not the kind of person who wants to hurt others.  I’m sorry.”

Shame says:  “I’m a sorry excuse for a human being.”  With shame, we take any mistake or imperfection to tell ourselves that we are worthless.  Or to tell others that they are worthless.  Indeed, shame is a tragic weapon that we too often use on one another.

Shame is a bad idea and a bad habit. Having studied vulnerability, shame and courage for 12 years, Brown says:  “There are no data to support [the idea] that shame is a helpful [guide] for good behavior.”   From this misunderstanding of shame comes the humor in a legendary cartoon of a sign posted in an abusive workplace:  “The floggings will continue until morale improves.”

Historically, our liberal faith was a spiritual assault on shame.   Against the idea of innate human depravity, early Unitarians argued that human beings are capable of making better choices as well as bad ones.  We are able to grow in character and virtue.  The Unitarians said no better example exists than Jesus of Nazareth, a fully human teacher, healer and prophet.  His life shows our human potential and our worth.  The first Universalists preached a compatible message.  They proclaimed that our worth came from a loving God.  Their creator was not a judge or tyrant, but an accepting divine parent.  God is love, they cheered.  You are loved. No matter what mistakes you make, you are called back to love.  Their answer to shame was to celebrate the love that will not let us go.  You are held in love.

Given our theological heritage, it would be nice to say that by entering this congregation, all our shame-based habits would melt away.  It would be great if by setting foot in this place, our self-acceptance and our acceptance of others would rise in the heart.  Shame would vanish!  It would be nice, but even our loud and proud human-affirming heritage is not a silver bullet for shame.

Brown says shame is part of our survival instinct.  Part of our fight-or-flight mechanism.   Sadly, neither fighting nor fleeing is useful for building connections with others.  Fight or flight will not help us reason our way out of challenging situations.  When shame attacks, it can feel deep inside like a matter of survival.  Yet Brown urges us to move from just surviving toward living “a Whole-hearted life.”

Human beings are hard-wired for connecting with others, Brown says.  Yet shame blocks us from having true connections.  It’s frustrating.  When I engage from a place of protectiveness, I can’t respond with my best self.   If I react out of hurt, it’s not a productive conversation.  Sometimes when another person and I are talking about something of importance, I want to shout: “I can’t have a conversation with you while you are listening to that voice in your head saying that you’re no good!  Stop listening to it!  What want is an open talk, just the two of us.”

One reason shame can block us is that shame is pain.  It is an emotional and physical feeling.  I wince when shame hits.  I feel a flash of heat in my temples, a narrowing of my field of vision.  A memorable experience was my first outing to learn how to water ski.  I wasn’t a kid; I was 30.  I was out on a lake with a person I was dating and people I didn’t know very well.    Self-conscious, I felt inept around this boisterous bunch of experienced waters skiers.  I tried several times to get up on the skis.  Every time, I splashed and sank into the lake.   They assured me that it can take many tries to learn how to stay up.  I didn’t have it in me.  Every time I splashed into the water, I felt a burning tightness in my gut.  It was the pain of shame.  It was irrational, but it was real.

Brown explains that we try to shield ourselves from shame in a number of ways.  They are all self-defeating.  One shame-shielding tactic is avoidance.  After I got out of the water, I didn’t try to skiing again the rest of the day.  I didn’t try it for years!  Another time, I took offense at something a relative said, and I pulled away.  Steered clear.

Another shame shield is to numb our feelings.  We numb our anxiety with alcohol, tobacco, prescription and other drugs.  Or we stay “crazy busy,” with never a moment’s rest or a time of reflection.  But even if these tactics take the edge off our anxiety, they also block experiences of connection.  Numbing dulls our good feelings too–our “joy, belonging, … and empathy”  (312).

Another shame-shield is the addiction of perfectionism.   This is the drive to do everything without flaws.   “If I look perfect and do everything perfectly, I can … minimize the pain… of judgment and blame,” Brown says.

Yet there is no “perfect.” To live as if there were is exhausting.  Perfectionism crushes creativity; if we imagine a perfect outcome and fear we can’t achieve it, why even try?  Perfectionism is not a cure for shame, Brown says.  It’s a form of shame (131).

Other shame-shielding behaviors include hyper-criticism and shaming of other people. If we are harsh toward others, it’s a good bet that deep inside we are too hard on ourselves, too worried about our own worth.  Brown says that our level of acceptance and regard for others will be no better than our own self-acceptance.

A poignant example is that of parenting.  To parent a child is to expose oneself to doubt, uncertainty, mistakes, and the scrutiny of others.  Parenting is a minefield of shame, Brown says.  So much is riding on it:  our kids’ success and their very survival. So many parents feel that every step along the way of a kid’s life, every ability, disability, success or setback is a reflection of their own human worth.  Too many of us are quick to scowl or scold parents about how they deal with children.  Even if we don’t have kids, if we feel anxious about our own lives, pointing at others is a way to direct attention away from ourselves.  Yet this merely builds a wall.  Instead of isolating ourselves, how much better if we can come together in kindness!  How much better if we can show compassion and empathy—to ourselves and others!

Shame-shields don’t work.  Avoidance, self-numbing, perfectionism, judgmentalism.  They only keep us apart.  Living a wholehearted life takes being connected, being real with one another.  But shame is real.   And it hurts. So what’s the answer?

The answer to shame is the life-long work of building shame resilience.  Resilience means getting back up, embracing life again.   Shame resilience means being able to go through feelings of shame with awareness and with a choice about how to respond.

Brown outlines a number of the elements of shame resilience.  One is to recognize shame, and learn its “triggers” for us.   Brown has a mantra when she feels a shame attack.  She says the word pain.  Pain. Pain. Pain.  Pain. Pain.  She says it over and over, to see the pain and recognize the shame.   She asks herself, and she asks us:  “Can you physically recognize when you’re in the grip of shame, feel your way thorough it?” (75)

After we see the shame attack, Brown invites us to reflect, try to “figure out what messages and expectations triggered” it (75).  We can do a reality-check on the messages we’re hearing.  We can examine the expectations that are driving our shame.  Are these expectations “what you think others … want from you?”  Are these expectations achievable?  Attainable?  Realistic?  Are you measuring your worth by comparing yourself to others? Are you listening to toxic voices in your head?

Another key to building resilience to shame is to talk about it. Shame “derives its power from being unspeakable…. [It’s] so easy to keep us quiet,” Brown says.   Don’t let it get away with doing its dirty work in the silence.  If we practice noticing it, naming our shame, even speaking to it, “It begins to wither” (67).  Its grip loosens.

Another key to resilience is to speak to ourselves with kindness.  When looking at our painful moments of shame, we can try to use compassion.  It is a practice we can learn.    It matters how we talk to ourselves.

If you are that artist sitting in a tent at an art fair, selling your creations, Brown says, you can remind yourself:  “You are far more than a painting.”  Money and fame are nice, but they are not a reflection on your worth.  Whoever we are, we can remind ourselves that our human worth does not rely on the appraisal of others.

Brown has learned, she says, to “talk to myself the way I would talk to someone I really love and whom I’m trying to comfort in the midst of a meltdown.”  For example, say to yourself:  “You’re okay.  You’re human—we all make mistakes.”  “I’m here for you.”

We can choose whether to follow the toxic voices that plague us, or we can respond with kindness and reassurance.

Practice resilience.

A friend of mine is the mother of two kids in elementary school.  She told me this:

 

 

The spiritual challenge of parenting

— for me — is both to be present (which means that I’m not multi-tasking when I’ve given my kids indications that I’m listening to them) and also to be aware of my own emotions and psychological state.  Sometimes I’ve yelled or been dismissive to my kids out of my own frustrations, my own sadness, my own anger about other things. And then I feel crappy. And sometimes that’s shameful feeling “What a bad parent you are!”
And of course, I’m not a “bad” parent. But it’s not the parent that I’d LIKE to be.  It’s been meaningful to apologize to my kids and say something like “I’m really sorry that I acted so angry at you when you wouldn’t come to the table. I do need you to help the family and come to dinner when someone calls you, but I wish I’d used a different tone.”
So I get to apologize, my children (hopefully) get to witness an adult making a poor choice and making amends, and the family covenant is re-affirmed. Everyone gets to start anew
.

Practice resilience.

Cultivating a sense of humor also builds resilience.  Laugh about your imperfections, and you’ll never run out of material.   The 20th century cartoon character Pogo—an opossum living in a southern swamp—said this:  “We have faults which we have hardly used yet!”

But if the pain we feel is too strong at first for a laugh, we can start with breathing.  Take a breath, give yourself a breath.  Breathing can calm us, and give us moments to try out a new perspective on the shame.  Breathing is a good start.

Practice resilience.

When we have the urge to hide, avoid, or numb our distress and anxiety, we must reach out to others.   Of course, this calls for courage.  It means asking for support from those we can count on, from those who can earn the privilege to know our vulnerability, those who love us in all of our imperfect human packaging.  Resilience means knowing when we need support, and reaching out.

Back in my twenties I volunteered for a city council election campaign when I was living in Springfield, Illinois.  My candidate was a woman small business owner, an upstart running against a candidate backed by a political machine.  A doomed campaign, but such hopes we had!  One sunny afternoon I was walking door to door with campaign flyers. Once I knocked and a lady opened the door.  No sooner did I say hello and my name and my candidate’s name, and … SLAM!   In my face!  Just like in the movies.  Stunned and hurt, I stumbled along the sidewalk.  Perhaps this is why campaign volunteers now seem to walk precincts in pairs–for moral support.  Yet I was by myself.  How could I keep going?   No cell phones back then, no way to call a team captain or friend.  I thought of going home.

Instead, for my next stop, I chose to knock on the door of a house where my own candidate’s yard sign was displayed.  The door opened, and I got a cheerful response.  I told this lady about the door-slamming, and about my shock.  She commiserated.  She thanked me.  She cheered me on.  I had followed the impulse to reach out, and I was grateful.

Now, so many years later, I count on friends, mentors, and colleagues to listen to me through times of self-doubt or pain, to cheer me through my failures and setbacks.  I started learning how to build this kind of support when I was a brand-new church-going Unitarian Universalist.  In our  UU congregations, I envision opportunities to practice resilience with one another, to cheer each other on.  I can hear the invitations to share compassion, empathy, tears and laughter.

We can reach out.  We can practice resilience together.

We hear the message:  “You are more than your performance, your appearance, your job or lack of one, your mistakes and missteps.”

We hear:  “You are not alone!”  We say it:   “You are not alone!”

This is our heritage.  This is our message:  You are worthy of acceptance and care.  You are all right!   You deserve joy!  You are loved.

We are loved.  We belong.  We belong here, on this earthly home.  We belong together, in this human family.

Let us Practice Resilience.

When we overcome separation, we are healing.  When we practice patience with ourselves and with others, we are making peace.  When we show compassion for ourselves and for others, we are finding liberation.  So may it be.  Amen.

Pastoral Prayer

Last names of living people are omitted for online/printed versions.

Breath of Life, Spirit of Love, we give thanks for the gift of life, and the gift of this new day.  We give thanks for the world we share with human our kin and other forms of life.  Our planet is fragile as well as resilient.  Help us tend our home with care.

On this day, wars and rumors of war tear apart our human family together.  We send prayers for peace around the globe:  the Korean peninsula, the Middle East, and our own cities and neighborhoods.  We remember the Holocaust on this day, which is Yom Hashoah.  We celebrate the courage of women and girls around the globe who insist on their education and their dignity in the face of hostility.  We celebrate the poets, artists, writers and journalists who express themselves, seek truth, and speak their own truths.

In this congregation, we extend our condolences to those living with loss.  Linda’s sister Mary died from a head injury sustained in a fall while on vacation.  We send our love to her family.  Taylor’s father passed away last week.  We extend our sympathy to Taylor and to his sons on the loss of their grandfather.  Our longtime friend Leon Lefson passed away this past week.  We give thanks for his long and active life, and we mourn his passing.  We extend our condolences to those among us who have lost their beloved pets recently:  Denis, Karen and family on the loss of their dog, and JoLane and her sons on the loss of their dog.

At this time we have other names on our hearts of those we have lost recently and those lost some time ago.  Now into the space of our sanctuary, let us call out the names of those we mourn and remember.

May their memory be a blessing.

We lift up and extend our hope to those dealing with financial troubles, a health crisis, chronic pain, isolation and loneliness, and uncertainty about the road ahead.  In particular, we extend our love and care to Anne, recovering now from pneumonia.   To Jeane, in treatment for a blood infection.  To Barbara, in the ICU at Kaiser with liver complications.  There are other people on our hearts who need good wishes, prayers, or gestures of care.   At this time we say their names, whether whispering to ourselves or speaking their names and needs aloud in the space of our sanctuary.  May we find the courage to reach out.  May we find the grace to listen and give the gift of our simple presence.

We recognize that life has its joyful milestones and reasons for celebration as well.  Today we celebrate our Junior High Youth Group and adult volunteers on their field trip, as they visit local sites to learn about our Unitarian Universalist heritage in Sacramento.  We celebrate our Parenting Group, Alliance Program, Games Night, and all the activities by which we create community.  We congratulate Maxine and Bob, marking 60 years of marriage this coming week, and sharing a cake with us next Sunday.  At this time let us say the names or events that give us gratitude and good cheer.  Let us speak them into the space of our sanctuary.  May another’s good news give to all of us cause for joy.

Spirit of Love, give us hearts full of gratitude, kindness and courage for the living of our days.  In the name of all that is holy and all that is human, blessed be.  Amen.


[1] Daring Greatly:  How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent and Lead, by Brene Brown, Ph. D, M.S.W.  Gotham Books, 2012.  All page number citations refer to this edition.



Sermon: “Mindfulness Multitasking: What Would the Buddha Do?”

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento

Hymns:  #175 (From the Crush of Wealth and Power), #201 (Glory, Glory, Hallelujah),

#163 (For the Earth Forever Turning).

 

Reading:  from Chapter 2 of Walden, by Henry   David Thoreau (interrupted by the skit…)

 

Liturgical Skit:  Battle for Attention between Worship Leader (Taylor L.) and the Minister

–You had to be there!

Sermon: Mindfulness and Multitasking

In 1854 the American Transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau asked:  “Why should we live in such a hurry and waste of life?”  In the century and a half since then, our situation not gotten any better.  We rush through life, and miss too much of it.  A current ingredient of this problem, and a sign of it, is our obsession with multitasking.

Multitasking is this:  doing two or more activities at the same time, even though each thing calls for your attention.  Multitasking can seem glamorous in this high-tech age, but it can be mundane as well.

I come home at night after a church meeting and heat up a late dinner.  I eat while reading a magazine and sitting in front of the computer, listening to a podcast and checking email.  Hungry for a little something sweet.  In the freezer:  Ben and Jerry’s ice cream…about a half pint left.  I’ll have only a few spoons of it, so I won’t bother to get a bowl out for it.  Sitting at the table, reading, I have few bites.  Then a few more, and a few more.  Now there’s hardly enough left in the carton to bother putting it back, so I’ll finish it off.

Now, I don’t remember the flavor, but its color was some shade of brown.  I don’t remember the magazine article I read either.  Or what I had for dinner.

Doing more than one thing at a time is not necessarily a problem.  After all, we are equipped to do more than one thing at a time.  We are complex organisms.  Right now your bodies are carrying on countless activities—in addition to listening to me (or at least sitting there) — your circulatory, digestive, and respiratory systems, your senses all are working hard:  multitasking.  In our brains and all our nerves, n every microscopic cell we have, there’s a lot going on.  The issue with multitasking is not the amount of activity, but whether we are aware of ourselves, whether we even experience ourselves.  What Thoreau called our hurry and waste of life comes from a lack of mindfulness.

In the Bay Area, I meet with a friend for deep-dish pizza, Chicago style—our favorite.  We catch up on our work lives.  I ask him about computers, he brings up spiritual stuff, and we finish the pizza.  “How did you like it?”  I ask.  “Uh, I don’t remember. I wasn’t really paying attention to it.”

Jon Kabat-Zinn is the founder of the Stress Reduction Clinic at the University of Massachusetts Medical Center.   He has written a book, Wherever You Go, There You Are.  He says that no matter what diversions and obsessions we use to distract us from what’s going on in our lives, the fact is that we must face ourselves if we are to achieve peace in our lives.  The emphasis in the title is not on the wherever, but on the you:  Wherever you go, there you are.  Having a spiritual practice is a good way to learn to be with yourself, wherever you are.

Kabat-Zinn recommends a regular practice of mindfulness, like yoga, meditation, or prayer.  He says you can’t wait to be mindful only in “those moments when the big events hit.  They contain so much power they will overwhelm you.”  You’ve got to get ready for them.  He says that the practice of mindfulness “is the slow, disciplined work of digging trenches, of working in the vineyards, of [emptying out a pond with a bucket].  It is the work of moments and the work of a lifetime, all wrapped into one.”[i]

The practice is to give your attention to what’s going on in the moment. Mindfulness, attention, awareness—noticing of what we are experiencing in each moment that arises.  It’s simple, but far from easy.

Most of the time I am not sure if meditation works—especially when I am meditating.  A half hour passes, and I doubt that I’ve spent a total of seven minutes noticing my breathing, or the feeling of my seated body.  When my mind wanders, it’s easy to feel like a failure.  While I was at a mediation retreat, a teacher talked about the habit of judging ourselves —“I can’t even meditate right!  I don’t know how to sit still.  My mind wanders from thing to thing.”

But our teacher said that such moments of failure are in fact … occasions of success.  When we notice our mind has wandered, we are practicing awareness.  When we notice, we are practicing.  “Oh, my mind has wandered.” “Oh, I’m feeling impatient.”   “I’m thinking about work. How about that!”  “Oh, I’m feeling frustrated.”  “I’m worried.”  To notice is to practice. As Kabat-Zinn writes:  “It is in the coming back to mindfulness that seeing [takes place].”

One morning, after working out, I go to my car, put my gym bag in the trunk, and close it.   Now, where are my keys?  I just used them!   I search my pockets three times. Oops—they fell into the trunk before.  I’m stuck.  I call a towing service to get into my car.  Somehow, surprisingly, I decide that I am going to watch myself react to this experience.  I observe:  waiting, frustration, resentment, impatience, and self-blaming.  Interesting!  Deciding to watch my reactions saves me from being overwhelmed by them.  It’s even a bit funny.  It’s also funny that I have I paid more attention to my experience in these moments of waiting than I do while sitting on the meditation cushion, trying to pay attention to my breathing.  But perhaps there’s a connection.   Maybe the reason I don’t always get overwhelmed in the stressful times like losing my keys is because I have a regular practice of sitting, trying to notice my breath.

Seven years ago I attended a meditation retreat at Spirit Rock Meditation Center.  Five days of group meditation practices in relative silence—sitting, walking, eating, and doing a daily task—all as training in awareness.  I learned that everything I do, every challenge I encounter, and every reaction I have is an opportunity for practice—the practice of noticing, of being aware, open, and curious.  At the retreat we heard lectures (Dharma talks) nightly and individual meetings with a teacher.

We could also leave notes for our teachers on a bulletin board.  I wrote a few questions I thought were cute.  I asked this one:  “Teacher—I understand the practice of mindfulness and its purpose–being present with what’s going on.  Usually when I drive I listen to National Public Radio, and when I swim I think about my writing.  I like to read while eating.  Is multitasking okay, and can I do it mindfully?”

The answer soon was pinned on the message board.  Her written reply was brief:  “I find that doing one thing at a time to be a good practice.”

It was not the answer I wanted.  It was a challenge.  And this gentle challenge came even before I had a cell phone.  A cell phone, of course, multiplies your multitasking.

If I am working at home and feel bored, my first instinct is to check the computer for email.  If I’m away from a computer, boredom leads me to grab the cell phone.  With an advanced piece of equipment known as a smart phone, I can go just about anywhere, and do just about anything, except where I am and what I’m doing.  This impulse comes out of restlessness with whatever I’m doing.

I have had the impulse to use the phone while driving, and given in to it.  Back before it was against the law, when I would be on the road and would see other drivers talking on cell phones, I would feel outrage.  How selfish, how insensitive, how un-aware they are!  But when I made a call, I felt justified.  I wanted to say to other drivers:  “Really, it’s only a short one, and if you knew how important it is, you wouldn’t judge me for it!”

Years ago, before California banned cell phones while driving, I was on a road trip with a friend.  I was driving down the multi-lane highway Interstate 880, in the East Bay.  We were having a good conversation.  My phone rang.  Without thinking, I shifted my body to get the phone out of my pocket.  This brought about a change of one or two lanes on the interstate.  Then I spoke on the phone for a few minutes, while driving.  This was the wrong thing to do.

Clearly upset, my friend gave me a short talking-to.  He invited me to think about why somebody with my ethical values would ignore those values by putting myself, and him, and other people at risk on the road.  It was the wrong thing to do.  But he was the right person to do it in front of, because he brought me back to mindfulness.  By challenging me, he invited me to further practice in being aware of my actions.

I’ve read that talking on the phone while Ωdriving lowers your awareness and response time as much as if you were to

have more alcohol in your blood stream than the legal driving limit allows.

It’s not handling the phone that’s the problem—it’s the conversation. Talking on the phone takes attention, takes it away from the important task at hand. Thank goodness there’s a law now—not only for safety, but for my sanity.

Yet, when I am bored on the road, I am tempted.  Sometimes I pull the phone out of my pocket, so I can have it ready when I reach my destination.

The need to pay attention on the road is an example of the ethical implications of mindfulness.  You can also raise questions about social justice through the lens of mindfulness.  For example, one of the most hazardous jobs in the country is that of a meat cutter. What used to be a trade, even a craft, butchering has been made into cheap, assembly line work.   Many of the low-wage workers who butcher and package meat and poultry to suffer repetitive motion injuries.  They risk the loss of fingers, hands, eyes, limbs—and even their lives.  One reason we can buy inexpensive meat is that speeding up assembly-line forms of processing saves money.  Yet it makes it harder for a worker to be mindful.  It can turn a moment of boredom or a lapse of attention into a deadly mistake.

For most people I know, the challenge of paying attention is not a life or death matter.   We are privileged if our distractible mind is only a cause of emotional stress, as damaging as that can be in itself.

But mindfulness can protect us in ordinary situations too. I live in a unit at the top of a set of stairs.  Sometimes I leave in a hurry, with a few things to carry—backpack and computer, gym bag, newspaper, a bag with lunch in it.  You know I’m in a hurry on a Sunday morning, which is of course the time of the week when I am supposed to be the most grounded!  Sometimes, when I carry too much and think about too much at once, I trip on the top step, and struggle to catch my balance.  I realize—oh, this is how people sometimes fall down stairs.  They don’t get up and say, “I think I’ll take a tumble today!”  They think all kinds of other things.  They don’t think about what their body is doing, and that they are about to go down the stairs.  So now, when go out and look down the stairs I say, “Okay, here are the stairs.  I’m about to go down them.  Am I steady?”  Well, I try to do that.  It’s a practice—always room for more practice.

I knew someone who had a practice of stopping every hour of the day for two minutes, sitting in her chair and watching her breathing.  Of course, she worked at home, so it was easier to take a two-minute break every hour.  Some people, while in traffic, will use a red light as  trigger or a reminder to notice their breathing. Red light, notice my breathing.  Are there any activities or triggers in your ordinary life to remind you to come back to mindfulness?

Do you have others who can support you in the practice of mindfulness?  It doesn’t have to be someone at home.  Support for this practice can show up in all kinds of  places.

On Sunday mornings, I am in a rush to get here, often running behind.  As my car and I zoom up here on Highway 50, I have the help of a meditation teacher… sitting along the highway in a black and white car with lights on the top. This teacher wears a badge and a uniform and has a radar device.  The presence of the Highway Patrol car is an invitation to pay attention to what I am doing.  It is an invitation to notice.

You can practice awareness when eating.  If you eat with others, you could enjoy a shared meal in silence:  cook in silence, and then sit and ea in silence.  Afterward, reflect on the experience and talk about it.  If you eat alone, you can try eating without reading or watching TV.

One meditation teacher recommends that you try taking a bite of food and then putting our fork down to chew.  He says that the Buddha advised that you stop eating your meal about five bites before you’re full!  This calls for close awareness to how you’re feeling as you eat.   But how can you determine what it feels like to be five bites away from full?  Maybe it’s the Buddha’s joke on us.

When this teacher works on the computer, he tries to keep a small fraction of his attention to watch himself working, so he is not totally absorbed in his work.  He tries to notice the feel of the keystrokes and the plastic clicking sound, and to be aware of himself sitting there.

Dr. Kabat-Zinn writes: “[Try] to use ordinary, repetitive occasions in your own [life] as invitations to practice mindfulness.  Going to the door, answering the telephone, … going to the bathroom…going to the refrigerator—all can be occasions to slow down and be more in touch with each present moment.  Notice the inner feelings which push you toward the telephone or the doorbell on the first ring.”

He asks: “Why does your response time have to be so fast that it pulls you out of the life you were living in the preceding moment?  Can [your] transitions become more graceful?”[ii]

A meditation practice is a commitment.  It may not be the right one for you, or it may not be a practice you can start at this time.  There is no use in judging oneself harshly over this.  Indeed, the cultivation of kindness and compassion is a primary purpose of spiritual practice—and this includes being compassionate and kind to yourself.  But even without a regular practice of our own, life gives us many opportunities to be mindful, many moments to pay attention.

Here I am eating…what am I eating?  What does it taste like?

Here I am…preparing to go down the stairs, am I steady?

Here I am pulling my cell phone out, opening my computer, what else am I doing?

Here I am, uncomfortable in a social situation. What does this feel like?  What does it feel like in my body?

Dr. Kabbat-Zinn recommends:  “[Try] being present for things like taking a shower….  When you are in the shower, are you really in the shower?  Do you feel the water on your skin, or are you someplace else, lost in thought, missing the shower altogether.”[iii]

I invite you to ask one another—after church today, or over coffee some other time, or at a meeting—what helps you return to awareness of yourself and what you’re doing?  What helps you return to the present and simply notice?  And what have you noticed?

Life gives us unending invitations to notice, and countless moments to return to.

A daily mindfulness practice can make a difference, to be sure, but if you don’t have time for one yet, that’s okay.  There is no shortage of moments in which to be present.

When you become aware that you just missed a few moments, then you must be noticing a new moment now.  You are noticing!  “It is in coming back to the moment that seeing [takes place].”[iv]

Try asking yourself, “Am I awake now?”  When you think to ask the question, the answer will be yes.

So may it be.  Amen.


[i] Wherever You Go, There You Are, by John Kabat-Zinn, New York:  Hyperion, 1994, p. 111.

[ii] Ibid., p. 202-3.

[iii] Ibid., p. 203.

[iv] Ibid., p. 160.



Prayers of an Agnostic– Sunday Sermon at UUSS for October 9, 2011

Sermon:  Prayers of an Agnostic

Hymns:  #123: “Spirit of Life / Fuente de Amor,” #201 “Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,” #126 “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.”

Shared Offering Recipient:   My Sister’s House (since 1993, the first Central Valley agency to serve women and children affected by domestic violence in the Asian & Pacific Islander communities).  The executive director attended services to greet and thank us for our support.  October is domestic violence awareness month. http://www.my-sisters-house.org. 

Call to Worship[i]

We drink from wells we did not dig.  We eat from fields we did not plant.  We have been warmed by fires we did not kindle.

Every day, we live as inheritors of the labors, discoveries, and achievements of those who have come before us.  Every day, we prepare and shape the legacy of work, love, compassion and generosity, which we will pass along to those who come after us.  In between, is this day in our lives.  In between, is this moment, when we greet the day, welcome one another along the journey, and give our thanks for the blessings we can behold.

On this day, in these moments, let us gather in worship.  Let us gather with gratitude and with expectation.  

Reading:  #515: “We Lift Up Our Hearts in Thanks”

Sermon

Many Unitarian Universalist ministers of my generation and younger did not leave another denomination or faith to become UU.  They grew up in this faith. Many of them employ language about God in their sermons, prayers and reflections. Some grew up at a time or in a family or in a church where people repressed or even forbade references to the Divine.  Now, these newer ministers feel a longing for the resonance and reverence …of prayer.  I have not made a survey, but that is my impression.

Once I told this to an adult UU church member who had not grown up in our movement.  I said that some of our ministers who are lifelong UUs now have a longing to speak about God.  This person reacted with condescension, as if such a longing is something one must outgrow.  The person said: “Oh, they want somebody to tell them how to think.”  I was disheartened at this remark.

A better way to look at this issue is that children who grow up in UU churches learn that it’s okay for your beliefs to change over time.  It’s okay to change your mind, adopt new perspectives, and use new language for spiritual concerns.

I wonder, though, how many non-theistic people think that the only people who use God language are those who need others to tell them how to think?   Maybe I don’t want to know.

A woman in her fifties wrote these words years ago about her painful and scary childhood and read them to her fellow church members in another UU congregation.  She gave me permission to quote her:

I remember being very small… 3,4, and 5 years old…gathering up all my stuffed animals and crawling under the covers, so as not to be seen committing this great crime:  praying to God.  “God doesn’t exist!” said my mother in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t okay to talk about.  Later, she would say that belief in God is a superstition only the foolish, the stupid and the uneducated hold onto; and how silly it is to think that prayers to a non-existent God could be answered!  Rational, thinking people knew better . . . .

But I knew, deep in my heart that my mother was lying.  She had to be!  So I prayed.  At first I prayed for my eldest brother to stop touching me and making me touch him; then I prayed that [another brother] would stop throwing knives, raging and threatening to kill my mother and me.  I prayed that my parents might have happiness and peace, and finally I prayed for all those stuffed animals in the bed with me….that they would be safe and well cared for.

In my elementary school years I learned about the very needy children in the world and the Atom Bomb.  My prayers reflected the ‘wishful thinking’ of a child.  I prayed for God to stop any more atom bombs from dropping.  I bargained with God, I would give up my ‘advantages’ . . . I’d share my bedroom with lots of children, give up those third and fourth helpings of roast beef . . . if only God would stop all the poverty, hunger and war in the world.

For my friend as a child, prayer was a way to cope.  She expressed her feelings to God when others didn’t care how she felt.  She made into prayers her need and her yearning and for safety, justice, peace and hope—for herself and others.  Now she’s a middle-aged mother and a minister.  She has devoted her adult life to those values:  nonviolence, justice and hope.  And prayer keeps her grounded.

For me prayer is not about belief in some narrow sense of the term—it’s about seeking, feeling and affirming the truth of one’s experience.  For centuries in Western history prayer has been a practice not of asserting dogma, but of opening to experience, opening to mystery.

In the 1800s the English poet William Wordsworth wrote these words.  See if you think Wordsworth is talking about God.

And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts;

A sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things.

If this is God, it’s not the kind of God you can prove in an argument or an essay.  “A motion and a spirit that . . . rolls through all things,” Wordsworth says.  Poets use words, metaphors, and images to express the truth of their experience.  The writers of sacred scripture were writers of poetry, though they may not have thought of themselves as poets.   Or maybe they were poets who did not think of themselves as writers of scripture.  One famous passage tells of Elijah’s spiritual experience in a mountain.  After his dramatic experience of storm, fire and a trembling of the earth, it says that for Elijah God was not in the wind, God was not in the earth quake, God was not in the fire.  “But after the fire, a still small voice, the sound of sheer silence.”  (I Kings 19)  Whatever else they were up to, the Biblical writers wanted to affirm their experience and they used metaphors to do so.

Ancient scriptures evoke a sense of dependence on forces beyond our control.  They express the experience of a power beyond our knowing, a power that includes us and embraces us, but is much greater than any of us.

The Reverend Laurel Hallman has written that prayer and the language of prayer are matters of religious imagination.  Imagination is about opening up to what is possible, and going deeply to what is real in life. The philosopher Bernard Meland said:  “We live more deeply than we think.” [ii]

Affirming God or holding a theistic belief is not necessary to be healthy, happy, or to have good fortune.  I don’t think of belief as a requirement to be blessed or saved or to be a good person.

However, I do speak of the Divine.  I use metaphors to describe it, just as many of the songs in our hymnal do.  When I’m at home alone I direct my prayers to God.  But I am not sure what I mean by that word.  I may not ever be sure, and I don’t think I need to be.   Let’s say you and I were talking over a beer some time, and you were inclined to talk me out of believing in the possibility of God, except as a human word for a human invention.  You could probably get me to agree, especially if you were buying the beer.

Many people like to substitute the word Love for God.  Love with a capital L.  Love is at the heart of the universe, love lives in our hearts, love holds us up and keeps us going.  If you were not to believe in love, would that matter?  If you were not to believe that love is real, would that have an effect on how you live?

I am an agnostic.   I cannot be sure if my life has a divine meaning or purpose, can’t know for sure if we are part of a grand plan, part of a larger search for “some finer vision of life” (in the words of Norman Mailer).  I think we do have to create our own meaning and craft our own purpose.  And if we do this with sincerity, courage and good will, perhaps we will live out some Divine purpose without knowing it.  That’s a worthy way to live.

It is an old joke that Unitarians are the religious people who pray “to whom it may concern.”  Maybe that’s what I do when I pray.  I put a spoken message of prayer in an imaginary bottle and cast it into the cosmos, to the attention of whom it may concern.  I pray, agnostic though I am.  I pray, because it makes me less lonely—and life has its lonely moments.

Maybe you’d say that I’m just as alone after praying as before.  Maybe more alone than is necessary.  Instead of praying I could have gone out and been with others. But prayer can help me feel less lonely—less separate.  The time spent in prayer makes me less alienated from myself, and my feelings. Pausing to pray can help me to stop covering up my feelings with doing-doing-doing, and finding yet more stuff to be doing.

Sometimes when I feel deep sadness, or just feel deeply sorry for myself, I pray:  “Have mercy on me.”  I sit down and quiet down and just say, “God, have mercy.”  I can’t say that there’ s a listener—can’t say there is any Divine Attention—but it helps me to speak as if there is one.

Prayer can be just a process of naming your feelings or speaking the truth of what’s going on. Pausing to pray, or opening up in prayer, can be a way of not hiding from God.  And even if there’s no God, it serves me to stop hiding from myself.

I pray to become familiar with what I’m feeling, and to express it.  I pray when I am angry.  When death takes a person I love, too soon and without notice, I get furious.  I cry out.  Against God.  Many years ago, when my widowed cousin’s only child hit a telephone pole while racing others on his motorcycle and lost his life at age 25, I sobbed in disbelief and hurled my shock toward God.  When I found out a relative was HIV-positive and when he died two months later at age 38, I swore at God.   When a dear friend passed away unexpectedly at age 61—one of the kindest people I know—I went through waves of disbelief and waves of disgust—disgust with God:  “How could you let this happen?”   Christian friends of mine have told me that it’s good to get angry with God.  God can take it.  Rabbi Harold Kushner and other liberal religious writers say that God grieves with us.  God embraces us–and the world–with compassion.  God embraces but does not control.

Another reason I pray is to cultivate a sense of gratitude.  I offer a word of thanks, I recognize the gifts of my life.  It reminds me that I am not in control of my existence.  Most of the blessings of life came to me from sources outside myself.  One way to say a prayer is to take time to notice the gifts of your life– big ones and small ones.  At meal times, I do this by noticing what’s in front of me, on the plate—a little silent inventory of the blessing of nourishment.

Gratitude can be spoken or thought at any time—like going to bed or waking up or finishing a ride home after a journey.  But the ritual of meal time is one of the most common openings for words of gratitude.

Some families I know sit down at the table to eat and then join hands for a moment of silence, eyes closed, breathing.  It is a centering time, a silent prayer of thanks.  As I’ve been told, in the Jewish tradition prayers of thanks for a meal take place at the end of the meal.

When I’m with others for a meal, sometimes they ask me to say grace; sometimes I ask them to do so.  My grace may not sound like the old fashioned kind, especially if we are in public.  If so, I conduct a stealth grace.  I sneak it in.  With plates before us, I say, “Well, I am thankful for…” and will list a few things.  “I am thankful to be alive, and for this day.  I’m thankful to be on dry land, to have a place to live, and to be safe.  I’m thankful for this food.  And I’m thankful to be with you.” Some friends will just say, “Yes.”  Sometimes they’ll say what they are thankful for . . . but I don’t insist on it.  A few answer me with a simple “Amen.” That’s a Hebrew word.  It’s Bible talk for Yes.

I don’t always say a prayer out loud.  I don’t mention my gratitude in front of others; I merely try to call to mind a private sense of thanksgiving.  But when I do that, I cheat others out of an invitation to be reflective, to notice, to be grateful.  Why would I not offer an opening for gratitude?

Sometimes I say, “Are we not blessed to alive, be here together, and have this food?”

“Are we not blessed?”  Who but a crank is going to say no!   Yes is a much better answer.  It’s a good word in general—yes.   It’s a word of celebration and thanks.  Maybe it can be a prayer too, if you put an exclamation mark after it–Yes!

Prayer is a practice of pausing, noticing, and reflecting.  It is an invitation to feel, to be authentic, to be open. It’s not the only practice that invites such an attitude, but it’s one of the ancient favorites, and it helps me.  It can be a source of healing and hope—a way of saying yes to life.

In the midst of pain or sadness, in view of tragedy or even in its grip, one can say yes to the gifts of life and to the very fact of existence—to the surprise that life just is.  What matters is whether we can feel it, think about it, and speak it.

In the end, the important question is not to whom do you pray, or even do you pray?  The important question is:

Can we open ourselves to the embrace of compassion and hope?  Can we extend that embrace to others, to the world?   Can we extend the embrace of compassion and hope to life, to all that is?  Whatever happens, can we embrace our yes?  Over and over, yes! Amen, and Blessed be.

 

[Your personal reflections are welcome in the COMMENTS section of this blog.]


[i] Earlier versions of this sermon, with variations on the Call to Worship, have been preached at Hayward and Sunnyvale, CA; Glen Allen, VA, Marietta, OH, and Bloomington, MN.

Other hymns used: 1008: “When Our Heart Is in a Holy Place,” #51: “Lady of the Seasons’ Laughter,” and #298: “Wake Now My Senses,” #6, “I Must Answer Yes to Life.”

[ii] Laurel Hallman, “Images for Our Lives,” Berry Street Essay, delivered June 26, 2003, in Boston, and printed in Unitarian Universalism Selected Essays 2003, Unitarian Universalist Ministers Association, 2003, p. 28.



An Invitation to visit my congregation with me this Sunday
I’d like to invite you to visit my congregation with me this Sunday, 9/18/11.  Our Lead Minister, Doug Kraft, will be giving a talk related to the spiritual theme of “Selflessness.”  He will draw on Buddhism and Unitarian Universalist spiritual sources.
There will be special music, and refreshments and conversation after the service.  Our new Music Director, Eric Stetson, will be there.
 It’s the Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento, located at 2425 Sierra Blvd.  Our website is http://www.uuss.org.  Services are at 9:30 am and 11:15 am.  The services are identical except we have child and youth programs at the early service.  (More below.)  We have nursery care for children through age 5 at both services.
It’s a good idea to come 10 minutes early to find your way  in, receive a name tag and fill out a simple guest card, and find a good seat.  The congregation likes to get to know our guests, so plan to stay after for refreshments and conversation. 

We have Religious Education Programs for Youth & Children, and this Sunday is when they get started for the new year.   At 9:30 AM service, we all start out together in the sanctuary.  15 minutes later, children from grades 1-5 go to the Spirit Play room and youth go to the Junior High Youth Group and the Senior High Youth Group.    The programs end at 10:45 AM.  Our Sunday School program just began for this church year, so this is a good time for teenagers and kids to check out our programs and start to make friends here if they like what they experience. 
There is a new brochure about our programs, with color photos from some recent activities with kids and teens.  There is also a Handbook for Religious Education Programs.  Both are available before the 9:30 AM service starts, at the RE Welcome Table.
We have several classes for Adult Enrichment also:  Easy Yoga, Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction, Immigration as a Moral Issue, and Fencing for All Ages (no joke!).  There is an Adult Enrichment table in the church lobby where you can find out about these classes during the refreshment time after the services.  Let me know if you have any questions!


Christmas Eve Candle Light Service Prayer 2009

Christmas Eve Prayer 2009

Family Minister                         UU Society of Sacramento, CA

I invite you to take a deep breath with me and let it out.   Now please join me in the spirit of reflection and hope as I offer these words of prayer.

Eternal Source of Love and Grace, bless us this night and bless our world with peace.  With dark skies and a chill in the outside air, we draw near for warmth and fellowship.  We gather to hear the story of a babe in a manger, sing songs about angels and shepherds, and notice one another’s beautiful faces reflected in the light of candles.  We give thanks for the children among us.  May their anticipation cheer us to open our hearts to wonder,  and to gratitude for the gifts of life.  We give thanks for the grownups, who not only bring rich memories of years past but also help us build new memories.

We give thanks for the blessings that give the season its texture:  music, literature, and other arts; special food and lots of it, and the personal donations of time and money that make a difference in the world.  Let us remember those who are working this night at various jobs, and care for those who are out of work and hoping for better times.

Many of those we love are traveling in this season; may they be safe and have good experiences.  On Tuesday our member Cxxxs Bxxxx had a car accident and now is in intensive care, as she recovers from neck surgery.  We send our love to Cxxxx.  May we send healing prayers to all those who suffer in body, mind or spirit.    For many of us, this season brings to mind those we have lost.  In our sadness may we find comfort in precious memories.  Among us are those with “sorrows unrelated to the season but which feel all the more pointed now.”[i] May we find ease in the embrace of community.  .

Given that we all have lonely times, may we strive to reach out so that we might give and receive the gifts of warmth, attention, and understanding.

On this night we call to mind those who are hungry, homeless or without stable housing.  Let us be grateful for people who extend the hand of compassion, generosity and hospitality, and who know how much it means to share with others.  We extend our care to those in zones of war, occupation and other places of violence, those who serve there and those who call such places home.  Let us pray for justice and reconciliation–and for enough courage to achieve such holy aims.

We give thanks for the abundance of this earth—for its gifts of food, water, wilderness, and countless dazzling forms of life whose claim to existence is no less worthy than our own.  May we grow in stewardship of the gifts of our precious planet.

While we observe Christmas tonight, we know that we live in a land of many faith traditions, each with its own gifts of wonder, wisdom, and compassion.  Let us call forth all the good will of humanity to share these gifts, and move toward the vision of an earth made fair.

Spirit of Life, bless us this night and bless our world with peace.  So may it be.

Now let us take a half-minute of silence to be present in our bodies and our breathing, to feel ourselves fully here, together on this night.


[i] Quoted from an email from a parishioner this morning.




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