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October 2004 Sermons
October 3, 2004 SermonRev. Nancy D. DeanOctober 3, 2004Rejoicing the LawI am sure that many of you watched the debate between the two presidential candidates this past week. As I watched both of them trying to establish their positions without saying anything that could possibly offend any of the potential swing voters, my thought was: I wish there were two women standing there; for, if there is anything most women have figured out, it is: You can’t please everyone. We all know that because we have all tried, and learned that you do some things because you have to, some things because you want to, and some things you just don’t do. It reminded me of Winston Churchill who once was asked if he knew any professional women, he answered promptly, "I've never met any amateur ones." Does it surprise you that women have only had the vote for 84 years, that is since 1920 with the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution? Have you noticed how few women have held political office, and that only one, Geraldine Ferarro, ever ran for main party vice-president, and of course none for president? Still, there are many places in this world where women have yet to get this far, so we can be thankful while still being irritated. Irritated, I say, because it is irritating how frustratingly slow a culture moves, and that coupled with the fact that no power is ever given away, it is always wrested away. Dates, boring as they can be sometimes, have a lot to do with my sermon this morning. First of all, we note that in this period of the Jewish High Holy days, that in the Jewish calendar, this is the year 5765. Today is October 3, 5765. So, faithful Jews have been consciously practicing their faith for almost six-thousand years. During this period, it is written: The annual cycle of weekly Torah readings is completed at this time. We read the last Torah portion, then proceed immediately to the first chapter of Genesis, reminding us that the Torah is a circle, and never ends. This completion of the readings is a time of great celebration. There are processions around the synagogue carrying Torahs and plenty of high-spirited singing and dancing. As many people as possible are given the honor of carrying a Torah scroll in these processions. This aspect of the holiday is known as Simkhat Torah, which means "Rejoicing in the Torah. I was very much attracted to this phrase: Rejoicing in the Torah. (The Torah, by the way, is the first five books of the Hebrew Bible, also known as the Pentateuch from the Greek.) In my study I learned that the reason for completing and beginning yet again the reading Torah, as the Sages explained: To show that the Torah is beloved to us like a new object and not like an old command which a person no longer treasures. Since it is brand new to us, we all run to greet it. Rejoicing in the Torah, keeping it fresh, being reminded of the teachings of the ancestors, re-learning the lessons of the past and applying them to the present, is such a positive way to live out one’s faith. It is also something we in western culture are not very good at; we seem to fall to Plato’s dictum that if we don’t learn from the past, we are doomed to repeat it. But, here we are in the year 5765 of the Jewish calendar, and the gods only know what year in the earth’s calendar, with the election of either the 44th or the re-election of the 43rd President of the United States. Some dates that caught my attention in this year 2004 C.E.: 1807 Women lose the right to vote in New Jersey. This had been the only state that allowed women to vote. 1848 A law passed by the state legislature gives women in New York the right to retain possession of property they owned prior to their marriage. 1893 New Zealand women had become the first in the world to gain the right to vote in the national election Here’s a date I offer for our amusement: In 1881, the New York YMCA announced typing lessons for women. Protests were made on the grounds that the female constitution would break down under the strain. One cannot help remembering that Will Rogers once said that it is only the short memories of American voters that keep our politicians in office. Our memories are unfortunately short for most of our history lessons, and not likely to improve dramatically in the future. We have become a sound-bite culture. Like so many dates that, while far less ancient than the Torah or the Jewish calendar, are nonetheless significant for us, especially when we consider just how short of a time we, as a people, have even had some of our freedoms and rights, like the right to vote. Voting for women only became a right in September of 1920, so this is an anniversary month; and we now approach our national elections in November which is also a reminder of our rather recent history of democracy in this country. I have mentioned from this pulpit before, that my grandmother, Bess Dean, who was in her twenties and a mother of a growing family in 1920, an uneducated woman, born of generations of farming folk, and was married to a farmer with whom she had a herd of kids, as she always termed them, (thirteen born, ten survived). My Grandma Dean had one great passion, and that was voting. She voted every opportunity our rural community presented, and would have no sooner missed a vote for president that cut off her own arm. That was because the right to vote was fresh in her memory, each election was like the Simkhat Torah for her: A constant reminder that the vote was a privilege and a time for rejoicing. How many feel like that today? Clearly, when we are lucky if we can get 50% of the people out to vote in the national election, and far fewer for state and local elections, there are far too many people who neither rejoice in the law, nor believe they have voice in the direction the country will take. I find that both sad and misguided. I can tell you that Bess Dean had no doubt her vote counted, but she was far from believing that a vote alone was enough. She knew you had to have faith coupled with action. Hear this from the League of Women Voters: The first test of a healthy democracy is voter turnout. Our system is founded on the principle of "consent of the governed." This principle is weakened when fewer than half of all eligible voters are making decisions that affect everyone. How can we encourage the participation of all voters in our community? Well, one answer to that question is that today we will be having a voter registration opportunity in our library to encourage you, regardless of party affiliation for we do not take partisan stands here, to get registered to vote if you have not had the opportunity to do so before because you are new to the area, moved, etc. The whole business of suffrage that is the right to vote or the exercise of the right to vote, remained fresh for her because she knew how much was sacrificed to earn it. She had read it as her own present as it became our history. Here are some of the things my grandmother grew up hearing from such places as the pulpit: The Reverend John Williams: "God meant for women to reign over home, and most good women reject politics because woman suffrage will destroy society." And a minister from Nebraska quoted scripture and said that God simply forgot to list one more commandment -- women shall not vote. Even a Unitarian minister, Thomas Higgenson said, “Man and wife become one and that one is the husband.” As you heard in the reading, many people who opposed woman suffrage believed that women were less intelligent and less able to make political decisions than men. The opponents of women voting argued that men could represent their wives better than the wives could represent themselves. And they also feared that women participating in politics would lead to moral decline and the end of family life. (I believe Grandma Dean’s many children discounted that notion!) My Grandma was not a Unitarian, probably did not know there was such a thing, but the fact is she owed her vote in large measure to many Unitarian and Universalist women who worked, struggled, and gave up much of what was valued in reputation, in order for her to have that vote. Olympia Brown and Susan B. Anthony are the most notable, but there were many more and rather than give you a list of names, let it suffice that they were women like my grandmother who just knew instinctively that every adult human being in a democracy should have a say in how they are to be governed. Those women suffered great humiliations, grave injustices, in some cases lost everything, even a place in history, in order to achieve what they were not willing to live without. There were men who also supported this struggle for universal suffrage, many of them Unitarians and Universalists (Pastor Higgenson notwithstanding). This is our heritage. We UUs do not sit by and watch injustice without making some effort to correct it. This is, in large measure, the mission of any such community of faith, that we work together for the betterment of humanity in general, as well as for ourselves. Here we are this day, this year, certainly on November 2nd, given an opportunity to rejoice in the law. Women and men alike, of all races, creeds, and political persuasion, who have a privilege not granted to millions to go say with their vote: This is what I want. I read somewhere that a vote is really a prayer, and I rather like that thought. For a prayer is something we lift up God or the Unknown, but lift up in our own minds as what we most want. Voting is prayer as petition. Each vote is a petition of one person making a statement of conscience, and in doing so become arbiters of all those who fought for the vote yet never lived to actually vote. To vote is to rejoice in the law that gives us this right, a right that, if we neglect it, we might lose. I do not think anything would quite prove to people that their votes do count than if it were to be suggested that we go back to the days of the Founding Fathers (so frequently lifted up as a time of glory), when only white men who were landowners could vote. I have a feeling that we would have about a 99% turnout in response to that. Beloved, let us rejoice that we are citizens of a democracy, let us rejoice that we are members of a free faith with a heritage of fighting for freedom for all, above all, let us rejoice in the law. So be it. Reading: “(Women are) unsuited to the vote because of physical weakness. Just getting to the polls is fatiguing, and once a woman arrived, she would have to mingle (in) the crowds of men who gather around the polls. . . and press her way to the ballot box. Assuming she reached the polling place, she might get caught in a brawl and, given(her) natural fragility, she would be the one to get hurt.” “Allowing women to vote would lead to foreign aggression and war,” (because other nations would not respect a country in which women are a part of the government). “A vote must be backed up with a gun. Women do not bear arms, and so they should not vote.” “When women generally vote and hold office, nervous prostration, desire for publicity, and love of the limelight will combine to produce a form of hysteria already increasing in the United States.” “There is mixed up with the women’s movement much mental disorder, (including) the insane craving of the suffragists to imitate men, and her pathological contempt for women’s work.” “Women don’t have the intellectual capacity of men. Their brains are smaller, more delicate. . . Women’s minds seem to move in curves, circles, following lines more beautiful, perhaps, but irregular and disconcerting: Men’s minds seem to move in a straight line.” “Men and women belong to separate spheres. If women were engaged in politics, they would neglect their duty as moral leaders, and the republic would soon collapse.” (Mara Mayor, “Fears and Fantasies of the Anti-Suffragists,” Connecticut Review 7(2), August, 1974, pp. 64-74, as cited on a Woman Suffrage web site. The statements about guns and separate sphere’s are from University of Rochester research.)
October 17, 2004 SermonRev. Nancy D. DeanOctober 17, 2004What a Little Light Can DoSince this is Chalice Lighters Sunday, and I am hoping that many more of you will become Chalice Lighters, especially as we have benefited so much by the grants that have come to us by way of the light of caring that has shone on us from so many Unitarian Universalists in our district. As a result, I was led to talk about light. For, it seems to me that we all struggle at some level to appreciate the value of caring and love; that light of human life that can be so potent even in small amounts. The story I told the children about going down into a cave is one of those experiences that imprints itself on one’s memory. Anyone who has ever been down in a deep cave, beyond the reach of light, can tell you what pitch black really means. Everything becomes dependent on your light source, even the ability to tell up from down is slightly impaired if you go down far enough and deep enough. One becomes more cautious, unsure of what perils might be in front, beside, above, and behind. When you experience such darkness first-hand, you grow in appreciation for the power of light, and the power of darkness. As I said in the story, it is remarkable, amazing even, what a little light can do in such darkness. Even such a small light like a match will help you find your bearings. Even if it cannot do much more, the light can stave off any rising panic. And, as one who has a touch of claustrophobia, light makes all the difference in opening the space. I was reminded of something Ellen DeGeneres once said: In the beginning there was nothing. God said, Let there be light! And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better. <http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32618.html> That is sort of what it is like in a cave. In the New Testament Christian scriptures, in book of Mark 4:21, Jesus says: Is a lamp brought in to be put under a bushel, or under a bed, and not on a stand? Obviously, you want light for what it can do; light is for illumination, and a light that is hidden away from human eyes is useless, a waste of energy that does not allow the light to work, does not allow light to be shed upon the place where it is. This is the reason many of us have used up a lot of lung power telling our family members to turn out the lights when they leave a room. The light is meant to help us, to serve our needs, and if we don’t use the light, we are wasting it. This is just as true for the light of life. This life we are given is meant to be used, not wasted, and most of us believe that. We know instinctively that our life light has limits. We can only burn so bright for a limited period, then the light will begin to dim, and of course eventually go out. It is no coincidence that light is the chief symbol and metaphor used in literature, religion, and the arts down through the ages to lift up human experience, indeed all of human life. As the Kabbala scholar, Rav Berg, has pointed out, light is healing, worshipped, and in point of fact is deeply connected to our biology. So much so, that many people become quite depressed in the winter months when days are short. This Seasonal Affective Disorder, better known as SAD, affects most of us to some degree. Virtually all of us slow down during these periods of reduced light. I have been aware for twenty years or more, that during November and December I need more sleep, want to move less, have that feeling I just want to curl up in my cave for a while. That is pretty typical, but at the other end of the continuum are people who suffer deep depression, and we know suicides rise during this period of the year. In the last couple of decades, it has been determined that our sight/vision is primarily a matter of discerning light and shadow. Certainly we see color, but even so it is light that allows us to see color, and shadow gives us the hues and range of colors. I read a book some years ago by Dr. Betty Edwards that became very popular called Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, in which she would have people look at an object upside down, then draw it focusing on the light and dark areas. Like many others, I was astonished to find I could draw quite well once I quit focusing on what I thought an object was supposed to look like. The focusing on light and shadow allowed that to happen. We think we see things completely, but for the most part we really do not. (Or as Paul in the New Testament said, we see dimly or darkly.) As one artist put it: How an artist sees light is how he sees the world. I think that is true for everyone. As mentioned earlier, light, is important as a symbol. Virtually every religion has used light in some form to symbolize holiness, or even the most holy, as did the ancient Egyptians who worshipped the sun as the God Ra. Fire, flame from oil lamps, candles, even clarified butter or ghee, and great pyres of leaping flames like the Yule log, have all been central to human worship experiences. This is still true today and true for us here. Unitarians around the world have adopted the flaming chalice for its symbolism as the light of life, love, and knowledge. We have a big fire for our solstice service, and the much loved candlelight Christmas Eve service. Every Sunday, we light candles to honor our sorrows and our joys. We believe in both the significance of the metaphors for and in power of light and flame. Yet, we should also be reminded that light or flame can be dangerous. James Thurber, the humorist, wrote seriously when he stated: There are two kinds of light--the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures. <http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33811.html> I would add to Thurber’s statement, that there is also light we do not understand. For example, the northern lights or auroras were for eons looked upon as something either wonderful or evil, depending on the religions. As one writer put it in these excerpts: Since people in olden times did not understand what northern lights were, they often created [stories and beliefs] to explain the dancing spirits or fighting hordes in the sky. Auroras were commonly associated with dancing in Norway; inhabitants believed that northern lights were old maids’ [spirits], dancing and waving. Among the Eskimos . . . the aurora was the realm of the dead, and when the lights changed rapidly, it meant that dead friends were trying to contact their living relatives. In ancient times, most people were afraid of the lights. Children would be brought inside when the mystifying flames of auroras spread across the heavens, [before] the lights could descend and cut their heads off. Thus, in many places northern lights were [believed to be ]a threat to people's lives and health. Many believed it was a message from the creator. Flaming auroras reminded people that their creator still cared for them. An old tale from the Nordic countries said that, ‘God is angry when the aurora flames.’ While we are aware of the scientific explanation for light of the sun reflecting off the atmosphere at the northern polar region, science also adds to the mystery with lasers, and uses of light that are often far beyond the average person’s understanding. Lasers also are dangerous even while they do much to enhance life. Many people have various eye surgeries using laser nowadays that restores vision for millions of people who would have lost their sight even three or four generation ago. Lasers are also used in cosmetic surgery, dentistry, and a wide range of medical procedures. Yet, we know equally that high concentrations of laser can be damaging to skin, hair, teeth, and especially eyes. So, from those laser-light shows for entertainment, to cataract removal, lens replacement, and re-contouring the eye itself, lasers are part of the arsenal of modern medicine. But the self-same laser can cut a piece of steel if concentrated enough. To me that is something at which to marvel. Which reminds us again that power has both gentle and dangerous components; that the sun that warms us and the earth, and allows for plants and animals alike to grow and provides our sustenance, can also scorch and burn, turn the land to desert if rainfall in short, and can cost us our vision if we stare at it long enough. Yet, for the most part, light is something we generally just take for granted, even though it is life in virtually every way we can conceive. Like many of you, I was deeply touched by the use of the massive vertical beams of light at the site of the World Trade Center buildings, used to memorialize the destruction of 9/11--the victims and the buildings. Light, then, is one of our primary metaphors for memory, for endurance, and also for peace. But the metaphor that means the most to me, the one that we celebrate in the song “This Little Light of Mine,” is the metaphor of the light of life. You and I have this light, and believe me it is more than metaphor. When we look into another person’s eyes, we do see a light of life. I have noted that when a person dies, that light dies from the eyes. It is truly astonishing how rapidly the body begins to cool, and the warmth, the glow, the light that once animated the person quickly disappears. My husband and I rented the DVDs of the HBO series, Six Feet Under, about a family that runs a funeral home. At the beginning of each episode they show the side of a woman’s face being swabbed with cotton held in tongs, readying the body for viewing. I told Tom the first time we saw this that it was clear to me that it was not a dead body, because the eye that you can see has the light of life in it. The life force emanates in a kind of light that is visible in our flesh, but especially our eyes. God, of course, has been understood for millennia as the ultimate light. Hear this from Dante’s Divine Comedy: O divine power, but lend yourself to me One scholar states: In this section of The Divine Comedy, Dante uses light as a metaphor for goodness; as objects move closer to God, they reflect more light. However, light serves another purpose in the work, as well. The divine light in Paradiso is so bright that at first, the speaker cannot even bear to look at it in its entirety. His experience of visiting Paradiso is so intense that he is continually conscious about using language to recount it accurately. In the quotation, the speaker can only hope to convey "a shadow" of the great light to which he is exposed. St. Augustine said: Every bit of light adds to the totality of light. With this understanding of light, which is also the reality of light even with all our modern, scientific understanding, we can understand the theologies of various religions that teach that God’s light is in every person and every thing. So the combined light would be extraordinary in its totality as Dante understood in his metaphorical use of light is the totality of God. The spirit world is always spoken of and written about as either varying manifestations of light or darkness. Light, brightness, sun, moon, stars, dawning, all tell us of the positive spirit forces; whereas the absence of light, the dark of night, shadow, dusk to twilight are all used to epitomize the negative forces. Although we know that there are some exceptions, we think of the spirit world in these terms. Regardless of one’s views on the existence of a supernatural spirit world, the cultures of the world, including our own, are steeped in the images of angelic light, halos of holiness, seeing the light. And, the corollary absence of light, with the exception of hell fire, in the evil forces. This carries over into our very understanding of truth and falsehood. We shine the light of truth on a subject, while lies and falsehood are without any redeeming clarity or brightness. No doubt much of the metaphor is tied up with our deepest inner knowing that without the light of father sun, there is no life on mother earth. This we cannot deny. So the light of the universe is our starting point. When I dedicate the children, I often use the phrase: You have come to us, a gift of the stars. Eternity is in you. I believe that we are all a gift of the stars, certainly of our own star, the sun. Eternity dwells in us and we dwell in it, as the physical manifestation of the light that brought the universe into being, and as the spiritual exponent of that creator force, that Ultimate Reality as the theologian Paul Tillich termed God. Since the beginning, we have been drawn ineluctably toward light. As the writers, Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider <http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Diane_Frolov_and_Andrew_Schneider/>, state: Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight[sic]. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light. <http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32562.html> We have a gift in this life. It is the wealth of our existence, this light of life, which is the light of our knowing and caring and loving. We can hoard that light, we can cloak it, we can waste it. Or, we can use it; but, it is up to us, my friends, up you and me, whether that light of life gets used. Whether we have a small light or a massive wattage in our being, we each can shed light in the dark places. To a sad, lonely, or depressed person, a match-light of kindness can be like the sun rising in the East. To struggling nations, the light of wisdom from a powerful nation can shine powerfully on a people. We witnessed it even in our own time following World War II. Every single one of us, as long as we breathe, has the power of this light to shine on world that needs all the light of love it can get. May it be that we all, each one of us, find all the ways we can to let our little lights shine, and have faith in all the good that a little light can do. This is how our small denomination has had such an incomparable effect in the world; we are people who believe in lighting the world with love. So be it.
October 24, 2004 SermonRev. Nancy D.DeanOctober 24, 2004The Spirituality of VotingWith a mere nine days left to Election Day and with the weight of religious example bearing down upon me, I come once again to the tradition of the Election Sermon. It is no secret that many pastors have used the pulpit to put forth their political views, and even Unitarian ministers have been known to tell their parishioners how to vote. To me this is counter-productive in every sense of that word, for Unitarians, being independent and frequently contrarian in their views and behavior, I imagine that is one sure way to have people vote the opposite of what I might indicate just to establish who’s boss. So to establish my position early on, let me assure you that I am not here to tell you who to vote for; rather, I am here to tell you what I think should guide our voting. Ultimately, as Emerson so well stated in this mornings reading, none of us will live to see the perfection of human life, much less of politics or voting. Though to hear most politicians’ take on voting, you wouldn’t know that. Will Rogers, one of the greatest cynics when it came to politics, as well as one our greatest humorists, once said: The short memories of American voters is what keeps our politicians in office. He also famously stated: Papers today say, "What would Lincoln do today?" Well, in the first place, he wouldn't chop any wood, he would trade his ax in on a Ford. Being a Republican he would vote the Democratic ticket. Being in sympathy for the underdog he would be classed as a radical progressive. Having a sense of humor he would be called eccentric. He also told this story: A fellow in Vermont said to his mother one day, Mother, I don't believe you'd vote for God Himself if He ran on the Democratic ticket! To which she replied: Of course not. If He switched parties at this late date, he wouldn't be very reliable, now, would He? I start early with humor, for politics has a way of making me feel the truth of the old saw that if you don’t laugh you will cry. While politics and certainly politicians often make us want to cry with their often laughable attempts to be everything to everyone, what makes me want to cry even more is how few people in this country believe in the power of their vote. Or further, how few people believe in the moral responsibility to vote. But, maybe this condition exists because people have separated their spirituality from their daily living, including voting. According to the Census Bureau, only 55% of the population who could vote actually vote. We have a somewhat sunnier picture in that of those who are registered to vote, some 86% actually do vote, which in real numbers translates to fifty-two people out of every hundred who could actually go cast a ballot in the presidential elections. Other elections fare much more poorly.One of the reasons we are hearing so much about voter registration drives this year is that so many people are still not registered to vote. In years, such as this, when the elections appear to be very close races, more people get involved to get out the vote. So from the standpoint of real voter participation, we can be very thankful for such neck-and-neck poll results. It has gotten many a lazy duffer off his/her keister and out to do something for the country. I have seen and felt a more energized citizenry this year than since the Kennedy-Nixon election. This energy comes from the spirit, my friends. And we need a whole lot more of it on a regular basis. Herein lies my message to you this morning. Nothing seems to bring out the spirit more “wholly” that is w-h-o-l-l-y, than politics--really even more than religion. Why do you think this is so? Well, ponder that for a bit; I will be coming back to that later. Of course, this year more than some others, politics is very much tied up with religion. We have preachers, bishops, lay-leaders from many denominations stating unequivocally that if the members of their respective faiths want to be right with God they have to vote for a particular candidate. They seem to stop at the Presidency, and don’t say quite so much about all the people down the line, unless of course the issue is abortion, in which case the followers are abjured to only vote for candidates who are against abortion. Well, single-issue voting does seem to mobilize people, but as Emerson would remind us yet again, it often is very short-sighted. Are we to believe that God would grant salvation over an anti-abortion vote, yet deny it for an anti-war vote. Somehow we have to look beyond single-mindedness if we are to get to the heart of the spiritual underpinning I would encourage for voting. For I have yet to see any single political candidate who could stand up for all human values and morality without contradiction. This is the flaw in voting based on a single-issue, for whether God made the world, or it is a glorious coincidence, there is nothing simple about living a good life. There is nothing simple about making ethical-moral choices. There is nothing simple related to conscience. The real test of a life well-lived is not the isolated vote, or occasional moral pronouncement; rather, it is whether most of our decisions were based on ethical values considered in the light of the time, place, and options available at the time. There is no one way that never fails, I don’t care what platitudes are tossed about. None, not Jesus, Allah/God, Buddha, Krishna, nor the Almighty Dollar, has produced an unerring or infallible human life, much less an unerring or infallible politician. And anyone who says different is full of bologna! Now I know that I am preaching to the mostly converted. I know that most Unitarians in their heart-of-hearts would say-whether they really believe it or not, I am not so sure-but most Unitarians would say that what matters most is that you vote. That we know that people of good will can come at these political issues from differing points of view and still be good people. Ultimately, though, I think that the vast majority of people, Unitarian or otherwise, really believe that they know the right way to think about any given issue, but especially about for whom to vote for President. We human beings are made up of flesh and bone, brains and varying degrees of brawn, but we are, more than anything, made up of tremendous egos. We are ego-centered. That is not always a bad thing. We need a strong sense of self in order to survive. It becomes a bad thing when we live only for ourselves, and ignore the condition of others who are less fortunate. It becomes a bad thing when we cannot listen civilly to another person’s point of view without ridicule. It becomes a bad thing when we let our immediate comfort get in the way of our equally immediate responsibility or duty. This is what the great men and women of faith down through history have tried to impress on we fallible human beings, that we are not islands but part of families including a greater human community. That we live best when we think about and treat others as we would wish for ourselves. And they all knew what a challenge that is for every one of us. One writer for a religious magazine stated rather sagaciously the following recently: While the war in Iraq is a major focus in this election there are many other things we need to think about before casting our votes. [T]he central question should not be, "Are you better off than you were four years ago?" It should be, "How can 'we' --- all of us, especially the weak and the vulnerable --- be better off in the years ahead? How can we protect and promote human life and dignity? How can we pursue greater justice and peace? This is at the heart of what I mean when I talk about voting as spiritual practice. Your life is the evidence of your spiritual beliefs and values. Regardless of whether you think of yourself as a spiritual person, you are. Everyone is. What everyone is not, is attentive to bringing his/her values into same plane. I have heard many people who identify themselves as good and religious people say things that run counter to fact. I always remember an uncle of mine, a very pious man, man of faith, a lay preacher, who believed firmly that he knew the mind of God when it came to what you were supposed to believe. I received quite a few lectures from this man about what was right and wrong. Yet, I heard him on many occasions dismiss whole groups of people as heathens, lost souls not worth sending government aid to help. And what he had to say about people nearby was frequently scathing. He was just so blooming sure of himself. I was taught to have great respect for him, but I found it next to impossible. He seemed to me to be a mean man, a hypocrite, and if he was God’s idea of a good man, I was in big trouble. I remember confronting him once, it was when Biafra, a small, poor African country, was in a terrible famine, and the government was talking about sending aid. He blustered about what a waste it was, and we had poor right here at home, and so on. I just asked simply if he didn’t think God expected us to care about those far from home as well. He launched in on an attack, not on my argument, but on me. He talked down to me, saying essentially that I didn’t know what I was talking about and my immortal soul was much in question, etc. I pretty much came to the conclusion about that time that if anyone tells you that the condition of your soul is in question, that you are not following God as you should, I suggest you take heart and hope in the fact that you have just as long a phone cord to God as they do, maybe longer. Recently, columnist E.J. Dionne said to Ralph Reed who used to head up the Christian Coalition: "I will absolutely defend your right to base your political conclusions on your religious beliefs. But I would be very grateful if you showed me where it is in the Gospels that Jesus endorses a cut in the capital gains tax." Politics is about what people want. About our ego needs. We want comfort, security, wealth (which can be anywhere from comfort to conspicuous consumption based on the individual). We want opportunity, hope, justice. We want all these things for ourselves; but, to reflect yet again on the great religious teachers: do we want for others what we want for ourselves. All of which reminds us that being a moral or ethical person is never simple. Voting as spiritual practice means that you and I approach the ballot with heart and head engaged. Which means practically such considerations as these for example: While I wish heartily that all the people of this country would have every opportunity for a good job, health-insurance, retirement plans, I know that it all costs a lot of money. While I wish heartily we could always have peace, I know that there are those who will turn to violence and force our hand. While I wish deeply that no child would have poor schools, inadequate parenting and teaching, that we still have a lot of obstacles in the way of that ideal. While I wish that no one would suffer with terrible diseases, and that every effort would be made to find cures, that there are ethical choices that lie along the way. All of these, and many more, will be tumbling in my head as I go to cast my vote. So my heart will speak to my head: How can we protect and promote human life and dignity? How can we pursue greater justice and peace? And my head will speak to my heart: No candidate will be perfect, the most I can ask is who will do the most for greatest good. To take your values, your ethics, your beliefs and lay them alongside your decisions, this is spiritual practice. It is both the best and surest test of your spirit. That you walk out of the voting booth comfortable in your own heart that your decision was based on something higher than your immediate or personal gratification. Earlier I said that nothing seems to bring out the spirit more wholly than politics--really even more than religion. I know your spirit is engaged. You care deeply that one or the other of the candidates will win the election and be the president for the next four years. So I am not asking you to be spiritual, you already are. What I am asking of you is to put the same feeling you have toward the candidate you favor toward considering what this person’s election really means for you, for your family, your children, your aging parents, your neighbors, your town, and keep expanding it a far as you can to include all the human community. If you do that, then your vote will have great meaning. Your vote won’t be based on what you hate or despise. You vote will focus on moving just that little bit closer to peace and justice for the majority of decent human beings who make up the world. Your vote will be based on love. So be it. Reading: Excerpt From Emerson’s ESSAY VII Politics:
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