Buddhist<\/a> flavor) partisan is that Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol while attending the Little Portland Street\u2019s Unitarian chapel. And I suggest Dickens\u2019 Christmas Carol is run right through with the core sentiments of liberal faith. He wrote of his joining among people who do, who practice charity and toleration, and how important that was. I know we aren\u2019t always as successful in the doing as we wish, but that doing is at the heart of our aspiration. My aspiration.<\/p>\nWhich makes me think of those ghosts. I can think of several folk who would profit from such visits. In fact I\u2019m sure we all have our own list of those who could profit from those ghostly visits. But, in fact, in sad fact, probably pretty much every one of us might be better off from that visit, from those visits. <\/p>\n
And, as we probably shouldn\u2019t count on that \u201cundigested bit of beef,\u2026blot of mustard,\u2026crumb of cheese,\u2026(or) fragment of underdone potato\u201d to prompt the whole enterprise, perhaps this isn\u2019t a bad moment to conjure up our own ghosts, to recall what has been, what is, and what yet might come.<\/p>\n
I find myself thinking of that lovely line Harvey Milk used to trot out, \u201cI\u2019m here to recruit you.\u201d There is always the possibility of turning our human hearts. This possibility is indeed a universal human current, found in all religions and, thinking of Harvey Milk, without any specific tradition. We can think of Dicken\u2019s Christmas tale as a map, or a recipe to the deep truth to which we are being called, if you will, being recruited to by this story. <\/p>\n
First, we are invited into the caldron of our hearts. It can come from some ghost of the past. Who is Marley in your life? With whom have you conspired to sell your heart to something less than love and care for others? Who has fallen and in that fall has given you a warning? What hurt, what loss might be your pointing to a turning of the heart, of your heart?<\/p>\n
Then, we are invited to the lessons our ancestors gave us. As one friend of mine responded when asked how it was she could find time in her busy life to stop and work at the local food pantry, she replied, simply, clearly from this place of ancient wisdom: Because, she said, my mother taught me to. What are the lessons we know are right, that we learned so long ago, but perhaps in the clouds of our lives have forgotten?<\/p>\n
And the great question. From the wisdom of your heart, to what will you turn your hand?<\/p>\n
The world lies open before us like Mary pregnant with possibility. Which future are you going to let birth? You do get to choose, or, at least you get to choose your part. So, which one is it going to be? There are many paths we can walk. Which is yours? Where does your heart guide you? Where do you wish to go?<\/p>\n
My hope for all of us this Christmas is that the ghosts of our hearts guide us to the true spirit of Christmas, that liberal religious spirit that informed the writing of a Christmas Carol \u2013 to a life of love and care and out of that, a life of doing.<\/p>\n
It is a blessing for our own hearts, a turning from whatever we were unconsciously going, to a life of possibility and care. I\u2019m here to recruit you. To a conversion of the heart. To a life engaged with the great family. Living into the Christmas spirit. Born like a child in a manger. No one knows what will come of that small birth. But the possibilities; oh, the possibilities. Birthing with the real Christmas spirit.<\/p>\n
A dance to the end of love\u2026<\/p>\n
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