\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nSophia\u2019s sermon was about the transformative power of story and myth and archetype, and particularly the archetype of the trickster, the Fool, the Holy Fool.\u00a0 <\/span>She quoted Joseph Campbell:\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cMyth helps you to put your mind in touch with this experience of being alive.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>That is what we all want, right?\u00a0 <\/span>To be put back in touch with the experience of being alive. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nAnd so Sophia talked about a favorite memory she shares with her father.\u00a0 <\/span>They watched Charlie Chaplin films together.\u00a0 <\/span>They loved them and their favorite is called \u201cThe Circus.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>It was made in 1928, and was written, directed, produced by and starred in by Charlie Chaplin, playing his favorite character, the Tramp.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nAfter hearing Sophia\u2019s sermon, I googled my way to a YouTube version of The Circus<\/i>, and though it\u2019s a silent film, in addition to everything else he did, Charlie Chaplin actually composed and sang the song that begins the film with the credits:<\/p>\n
Swing little girl, swing high to the sky, And don\u2019t ever look at the ground. If you\u2019re searching for rainbows Look up to the sky\u2014
\nYou\u2019ll never find rainbows If you\u2019re looking down.<\/i><\/p>\n
At some length now, I\u2019m going to quote Sophia.\u00a0 <\/span>This really doesn\u2019t capture the brilliance of her sermon but she lays out the basic of the story in The Circus<\/i>, a film she said she\u2019s seen more than 200 times.\u00a0 <\/span>I recommend you see it at least once. (It\u2019s only a little more than an hour).<\/p>\n\u201cThe story is this,\u201d Sophia says, \u201ca circus is in town and the general culture of this traveling show is an oppressive one.\u00a0 <\/span>The ringmaster is an angry, greedy bully of a man.\u00a0 <\/span>He continuously beats his (own) daughter, who (high-swinging on the trapeze) stars in the show, and the workers, the other acts, even the clowns are a miserable, broken lot.\u00a0 <\/span>The show itself, no surprise here, is also dying.\u00a0 <\/span>Crowds are sparse and the few people that do show up seem to absorb the dismal, joylessness of this place, turning quickly into demanding, disgruntled hecklers.<\/p>\n\u2026Really, the story is the story of the Tramp.\u00a0 <\/span>He lives on the streets, he is homeless.\u00a0 <\/span>He scrapes\u2026for food, he sleeps where and when he can, he moves through city and country\u2026looking for work, looking for companionship, looking for love.\u00a0 <\/span>But he is path-less and un-rooted to society or any one person.\u00a0 <\/span>In fact every story depicting the Tramp begins and ends with him alone.\u00a0 <\/span>And, he is a Fool.\u00a0 <\/span>He is our hero, but he is also our Fool.<\/p>\n\u2026The Tramp, not unsurprisingly, finds himself enmeshed in this circus\u2026\u00a0 <\/span>Upon running away from the police, he stumbles into the middle of a live performance.\u00a0 <\/span>Suddenly the audience comes to life watching this unexpected clown fumbling through the ring.\u00a0 <\/span>The act ends in uproarious laughter and applause. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nThis is where the rest of the story unfolds: he is deceptively hired on by the ringmaster as a poorly paid prop handler who, every day, enters the ring to set up an act and every day inadvertently creates comic mayhem; selling out more and more seats.\u00a0 <\/span>He is the star of the show and does not know it<\/i>. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nDespite being a victim in this exploitative system he stands separate from it; he is unchanged, un-fazed by it.\u00a0 <\/span>You see, the Tramp, this Fool, always holds tight to Love, and no mortal can break this.\u00a0 <\/span>You can probably guess that he becomes the great liberator of the girl, the ringmaster\u2019s daughter. His very presence in this dark and dismal place brings light, joy and reconciliation to the oppressive ring.\u201d<\/p>\nTo which I say, \u201cThe Tramp is mightier than the Trump.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophia says, \u201cThis is the possibility of the Fool archetype\u2013offering a portal into the realms of childlike wonder and imagination.\u00a0 <\/span>A key that unlocks our own <\/i>creative spirit, our own<\/i> resilience, our own child-like hope.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nBy the end of this story the Circus is leaving town and the Tramp stands beside the departing caravan.\u00a0 <\/span>He sits down on an old barrel and stares at the ground, the indent of the circus ring surrounds him. His shoulders slump and we wonder, for the first time, if the circus has snuffed his light out. That maybe it ultimately broke him. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nSuddenly, a large piece of paper gets kicked up in the wind and it blows into his lap.\u00a0 <\/span>He opens it and discovers on it a picture of a star; a remnant of one of the acts from the circus.\u00a0 <\/span>He crumples it up and looks into the distance.\u00a0 <\/span>Then he stands up, pulls his shoulders back, playfully kicks the crumpled up paper star with one of his out-turned feet, turns his back to us and walks off into the distance; each step becoming more and more bounding and buoyant.\u00a0 <\/span>Cane twirling.\u201d<\/p>\nSophia said she and her father always cried at the ending.\u00a0 <\/span>And making her sermon all the more poignant that day I was at the preaching class, there was another student who had, we knew, recently experienced the death of a family member; and midway into Sophia\u2019s sermon that student began to sob and she sobbed and she sobbed.\u00a0 <\/span>Sophia continued and finished her sermon, and when she did we comforted the other student, but there was something in that story that, in Sophia\u2019s words, \u201cprovided safe passage to what I now call the realm of the Spirit\u2026.\u00a0 <\/span>Because transcendence and soul rearrangement were available here.\u201d<\/p>\n\u201cIt was literally born out of being able to identify with the Love, identify with the suffering, identify with the laughter, identify with the hopelessness.\u00a0 <\/span>Identify with the oppressor, yes we have this in us too\u2013someone who lives with unchecked pain and anger and aims it at their fellows, AND, identify with their transformation, their redemption, their humanity.\u201c<\/p>\nSophia concludes, \u201cThis is the potential of story, if we are up for taking a closer look.\u00a0 <\/span>It can literally grip the potential inside all of us \u2013 you see we can access these archetypes within ourselves and our own stories as a way to heal ourselves.\u00a0 <\/span>We heal ourselves when we know <\/i>ourselves.\u00a0 <\/span>And when we know ourselves we can know others. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nThis is where we start my friends.\u00a0 <\/span>Our outer work, our outward facing, justice-centered work depends, depends<\/i>, on this kind of inner healing.\u00a0 <\/span>Depends on this kind of soul-searching and soul-rearrangement\u2026.And when we access this, live intensely into this, we begin to open to our fellows. Because we begin to see how alike we humans are. Hear that.\u00a0 <\/span>We are more alike than we are different my beloveds.\u00a0 <\/span>We share this thing called (life).\u201d<\/p>\nFraters, I want to suggest that what connects Rev. Billy, and sanctuary, and Universalism is that they are all a kind of paradoxical intervention, a small tincture of the unexpected that makes possible a rearrangement of the soul, a transformation of the whole.\u00a0 <\/span>Rev. Billy shouts, \u201cChange-a-lujah!\u00a0 <\/span>Earth-a-lujah!\u00a0 <\/span>And then he buzzes, \u201cRobo-bee\u2026.!\u201d<\/p>\nI was introduced to the term \u201cparadoxical intervention\u201d by the family systems therapist Ed Friedman.\u00a0 <\/span>As an example, Friedman suggests a case where a spouse had been having an affair.\u00a0 <\/span>Friedman encouraged the cheated-upon spouse to approach the cheater with travel brochures and helpfully suggest the cheater might want to go off on a nice romantic trip with the other person.\u00a0 <\/span>Whaaa?\u00a0 <\/span>When approached by someone who was suicidal, Friedman was even known to take out a prescription pad and calmly ask, \u201cHow much medication do you think you\u2019ll need to do yourself in?\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>Almost like the archetype of the fool, a paradoxical intervention is a kind of preposterous and unexpected electro-convulsive therapy designed to shock and jolt a system into rediscovering its own resources of health and wholeness.<\/p>\nMy contention in this paper is that Rev. Billy, sanctuary, and Universalism itself are all variations of paradoxical interventions that may jolt us into health and wholeness. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nSanctuary, for example, takes some old words off a page:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFor I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me.\u201d
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\u201cYou shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love her as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/span>Sanctuary breathes life into those old words, makes deeds out of creeds, and by the experience of offering sanctuary what we in Bedford have come to know is a living breathing woman who loves her family with a fierce love\u2026and we have come to know comrades who defend others\u2019 lives with our own.<\/p>\nMaria, our guest in sanctuary has now been at the Bedford church for 13 months.\u00a0 <\/span>Maria\u2019s husband was deported to Guatemala two years ago.\u00a0 <\/span>Here eldest son was deported 8 months ago.\u00a0 <\/span>She has three American born US citizen sons, two of them teenagers, fending for themselves in an apartment.\u00a0 <\/span>Maria says, \u201cIt\u2019s like the government is taking my family apart one by one.\u201d<\/p>\nTo protect Maria, there are at present more than 400 volunteers from 9 covenanted congregations, two of whom are present 24\/7.\u00a0 <\/span>These volunteers are from Lexington, Concord, Bedford, Winchester, Belmont, Watertown, Burlington.\u00a0 <\/span>I tell people that the last time these towns made common cause against tyranny and empire was in 1775!<\/p>\nAnd, so too, Universalism proclaims the unlikely affirmation that all may be saved, saved from alienation and meaninglessness and boredom and that all souls \u2013 even ours \u2013 may grow into harmony with the divine. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nOur rational side says, You gotta be kidding!\u00a0 <\/span>And yet there is amazing grace!\u00a0 <\/span>And, indeed, grace is the way I\u2019m going to tie up this topic. \u00a0 <\/span>Grace is what holds aloft the balls, the pins, the spinning plates, the fiery torches, the kitten and the whizzing chainsaw, not to mention Charlie Chaplin\u2019s twirling cane:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nWho woulda thunk?<\/p>\n
The only commonality I can imagine, the only unifying thread that brings these disparate topics together is that each is unexpected, improbable, paradoxical, counter-intuitive. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nThe poet Anne Sexton once described her faith as \u201ca great weight hung on a small wire;\u201d and thus the theme I\u2019m trying to distill is that sometimes a very nearly invisible homeopathic distillate and tincture of health and healing and wholeness can reverberate with a power and glory that far exceeds its perceived earthly value. \u201cThou canst not stir a\u00a0flower<\/b>, without troubling of a\u00a0star,\u201d <\/b>said Francis Thompson.<\/p>\n
So now where I\u2019m going with this is where Hank (personal email provide here deleted by editor<\/em>) asked me to go: \u201cto expand this to the whole world al-la a Universal sanctuary.\u201d<\/p>\nI believe that Unitarian Universalism can yet be a potent and even explosive distillation, tincture and titration of the unexpected, such that not only may we topple oppressive systems by the subversive interjection of the unexpected but that this faith may also revivify and breathe life into the dead bones that all too often are our own dead bones.<\/p>\n
Universalists say, All may be saved; all may grow into harmony with the divine.\u00a0 <\/span>We, my friends, preach an unexpected and improbable gospel! We live in a culture of \u201cyou get what you deserve,\u201d \u201cyou reap what you sow.\u201d Universalism says the blessings of life are boundless; grace abounds.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nSomewhere I found an old 19th<\/sup> century evangelical Christian tract that denounces Universalism, \u201cReasons for Not Embracing the Doctrine of Universal Salvation.\u201d<\/i> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThe greater part of the community who are believers in divine revelation, and persons of industrious and virtuous habits, though not professedly pious, will reject the doctrine, and avoid the preaching that attempts to propagate it.\u00a0 <\/span>But<\/i><\/p>\nIf there are in the community any deists who have opposed Christianity until their opposition has become unpopular, these when the trumpet of Universalism is blown, will be among the first professed converts to the faith, that, being screened from odium by the name of Christian, they may still aim their poisoned shafts against the cause of evangelical truth.<\/i><\/p>\n
The profane swearers in a town or city, together with those who are accustomed to neglect public worship, and violate the Sabbath by business or amusements, will become diligent in their attendance upon the worship which is conducted by preachers of universal salvation.<\/i><\/p>\n
If there are any persons in the community who are unfaithful in the conjugal relation, and who are accustomed to drink \u201cstolen waters\u201d as sweeter than their own, these are usually much pleased to hear that there is no hell and that \u201cadulterers\u201d shall inherit the kingdom of God.\u201d\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
I have noticed also, that intemperate persons are generally very ready to attend when the doctrine of universal salvation is preached near them, and hear with much satisfaction that the path of the drunkard leads as directly to heaven as the path of the just.<\/i><\/p>\n
Another portion of the audience of a Universalist preacher is commonly made up of young men and boys of loose habits.\u00a0 <\/span>Those \u201cwhose feet,\u201d according to the Bible, \u201cgo down to death, and whose steps take hold on hell,\u201d delight to hear it proved that the Bible lies, and that \u201cfornicators\u201d shall \u201cinherit the kingdom of God.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\nThose persons who have been awakened to a sense of their guilt and danger, and have as often relapsed into a stupid or irreligious state, and who are always annoyed and irritated by the doctrines of grace, are much inclined to seek rest under the preaching of Universalists, and there get their consciences quieted by hearing that there is no day of judgment, and no punishment for the wicked.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Well, all you deists, you bearers of unpopular opinions, you profane swearers, you who neglect public worship, you who are unfaithful, adulterous, intemperate, ye of loose habits and fornicators, you who sometimes live with a sense of guilt and danger and stupidity, the irreligious, annoyed and irritated \u2013 does that about cover all of you?<\/i> \u2013 none of us<\/i>, no one else, and no one anywhere is banished from grace and possibility.<\/p>\n
Rev. Billy proclaims Earth-a-lujah! \u2013 Earth is our sacred sanctuary.\u00a0 <\/span>Those who rise in defense of the scorned and undocumented, those who keep faith with the fallen \u2013 these are acts of mercy and grace.<\/p>\nNow it probably won\u2019t surprise any of you to know that I tend not to rely on a lot of theological language.\u00a0 <\/span>My religion is pretty darn this-worldly: what I know of revelation is revealed in the here-and-now and the ordinary.\u00a0 <\/span>One need not seek the supernatural, for as George Orwell once said, \u201cTo see what is in front of our nose is a constant struggle.\u201d<\/p>\nAnd so it may come to you as a surprise and, indeed, it comes to me as a surprise that the common thread, the thin wire, I am looking for that connects not only Rev. Billy and sanctuary and Charlie Chaplin, and Universalism is an old theological word; and that is the word, \u201cgrace.\u201d<\/p>\n
Forgive me, Fraters, many of you are much more fluent and conversant in the language of grace than I am.\u00a0 <\/span>This paper is my first occasion to attempt to explicate grace.\u00a0 <\/span>Better late than never.<\/p>\nFrederick Buechner once said, \u201cGrace is something you can never get but can only be given.\u00a0 <\/span>There\u2019s no way to earn it or deserve it or bring it about any more than you can deserve the taste of raspberries and cream or earn good looks or bring about your own birth.\u00a0 <\/span>A good sleep is grace and so are good dreams. Most tears are grace.\u00a0 <\/span>The smell of rain is grace.\u00a0 <\/span>Somebody loving you is grace.\u00a0 <\/span>Loving somebody is grace.\u00a0 <\/span>Have you ever tried<\/i> to love somebody?\u201d<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nThe essence of grace is that it is unexpected and improbable.\u00a0 <\/span>Grace seems to go against every human instinct.\u00a0 <\/span>We are naturally drawn to cause-and-effect, to covenants, to karma, to reaping what we sow, to getting what we deserve, to earning what we\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nGrace is different.\u00a0 <\/span>Grace is an unmerited favor, given alike to the deserving and the undeserving.\u00a0 <\/span>Frater Gordon McKeeman, my mentor, was fond of quoting Kahlil Gibran, \u201cYou say, \u2018I would give, but only to the deserving.\u2019\u00a0 <\/span>The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.\u00a0 <\/span>They give that they may live\u2026\u201d<\/p>\nGrace is hard to understand because it\u2019s not entirely rational.\u00a0 <\/span>Bono says, \u201cGrace defies reason and logic.\u00a0 <\/span>Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>Grace is a kind of paradoxical intervention.<\/p>\nI love this image of \u201cThe Kind Confessor.\u201d This etching is framed in my office.\u00a0 <\/span>Ours is an abundant faith, not a stingy one.\u00a0 <\/span>Grace and blessing and forgiveness are available to all of us, if we are willing to receive it. \u00a0 <\/span>Saints and sinners.\u00a0 <\/span>Yesterday Frater Peirce mentioned Nadia Bolz Weber who until recently served a great church in Colorado called the House for All Saints and Sinners (HFASS). \u00a0 <\/span>It\u2019s one grace-filled half-assed church, and I would wish that all our churches be similarly half-assed and infamous.<\/p>\nThis is the radical equality at the heart of Universalism: none<\/i> shall be cast into outer darkness.<\/p>\n
A writer named Peter Wehner has said, \u201cIf you find yourself in the company of people whose hearts have been captured by grace, count yourself lucky. They love us despite our messy lives, stay connected to us through our struggles, always holding out the hope of redemption. When relationships are broken\u2026it\u2019s grace that causes people not to give up, to extend the invitation to reconnect, to work through misunderstandings with sensitivity and transparency.<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t sense hard edges, dogmatism or self-righteous judgment from gracious people. There\u2019s a tenderness about them that opens doors that had previously been bolted shut. People who have been transformed by grace have a special place in their hearts for those living in the shadows of society. They\u2019re easily moved by stories of suffering and step into the breach to heal. And grace properly understood always produces gratitude.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course, the idea of grace can be misused by those who don\u2019t want to be held accountable for their actions.\u00a0 <\/span>Dietrich Bonhoeffer, of coursed, warned against \u201ccheap grace.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>And it is challenging to balance justice and grace, but the biggest problem we have today is not that there is too much grace but that grace is too often absent from our public and personal lives.<\/p>\nGrace is often said to be a gift of God, \u201cGod\u2019s grace.\u201d But I don\u2019t think it matters much what you believe or disbelieve.\u00a0 <\/span>Grace abides as \u201csome combination of generosity and magnanimity, kindness and forgiveness, and empathy\u2026all above the ordinary call of duty, and bestowed even (or especially?) when not particularly earned.\u201d<\/p>\nWell, I\u2019m pretty much done with this juggling act.\u00a0 <\/span>That which unifies Rev. Billy, and sanctuary, and Charlie Chaplin, and Universalism, the kitten and the chainsaw, is that small unexpected and improbable, paradoxical, empire shattering, soul-rearranging tincture called grace.<\/p>\nMy mentor, Frater McKeeman used to say two other things.\u00a0 <\/span>Approvingly, quoting Emerson, he would appeal to his parishioners, saying \u201cThere are sermons foolishly spoken that may be wisely heard.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I too appeal to your wise hearing.\u00a0 <\/span>(The prior\u2019s personal email is once again listed but deleted by the editor<\/em>).<\/p>\nAnd McKeeman further said words that we may imagine being spoken by The Kind Confessor:<\/p>\n
We are beneficiaries of blessings!\u00a0 <\/span>Manifold, diverse, and plentiful.\u00a0 <\/span>Blessings! Manifold, diverse, and plentiful.<\/p>\nAll together now: Blessings! Manifold, diverse, and plentiful. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nOh so plentiful.\u00a0 <\/span>Amen.<\/p>\n
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