In last week's entry, I wrote a little about what I believe the word "multigenerational" means. This week, I'd like to
offer some thoughts on "community," specifically the "beloved community." Unitarian Universalist minister Tom Owen-Towle has
a new book coming out on the Twelve Hallmarks of a Beloved Community (I'll put it on my recommendation page once I receive
my copy). Rev. Owen-Towle has been preaching on the beloved community for quite some time. Here are ten hallmarks of a beloved
community that he presented to a group of ministers in November 2001. (You can read the entire essay in the UUMA's Selected
Essays 2002:
http://www.uuma.org/Documents/PDF/Essays2002.pdf.)
I. Beloved Community Means Holding to the Difficult
As Unitarian sister May Sarton put it, “Now take the
chisel and make for the bone! Difficult love, you are the sculptor here. The image you must wrest, great and severe.” Authentic
religion, you see, has nothing to do with light and comfy promises. Rather it adheres to what I call “hard blessings.” Especially
in these times of societal terror and angst, we must eschew any politician or guru or TV infomercial or, for that matter,
our own liberal religious platitudes that might unwittingly proffer sweetness and pabulum.
In Robert Bly’s book Iron
John, the lead figure arrives in town and immediately asks, “Hey, is there anything dangerous to do around here?” Note he
doesn’t say: Is there something foolish or deadly to do around here, but is there something dangerous, and if dangerous is
too big a leap for you, then is there something demanding or difficult to do around our UU premises? For as Rilke reminds
us, “Love means holding to the difficult.”
Hence, responsible stewards (“keepers of the hall”) of the Beloved Community
would be prudent yet adventurous in service of the prize.
II. Beloved Community Produces Where It’s Planted
I
like what Alice Walker says: “I imagine that when Martin (referring to King) said to agitate nonviolently, he meant to start
at home.” That’s right—among the chosen folks with whom we awake every morning or work every day. As Unitarian Universalist
process theologian Bernard Loomer used to say, “We are called to tend and mend that portion of the cosmic web where we’re
planted.” It is so tempting to spread compassion in a surrounding province while shirking our responsibility to be change-agents
within our own households or congregational life.
I’ve come to believe we cannot have a religious locus in our lives
without having a territorial one. We cannot discover who we really are without surrendering fully to where we are. We simply
cannot live grounded lives without being rooted in a specific place. Every one of us has sufficient tilling ground—sacred
ground, battleground, growing ground—right where we’re planted.
III. Beloved Community Requires Vigilance
Colleague
Gordon McKeemon reminds us that the derivation of the word community, although related to communion and communication, comes
literally from the Latin munio, meaning “to arm.” Therefore, with the prefix com-, meaning “together”, community actually
happens wherever there is shared growth and security, a context of mutual assistance and vigilance.
Hence, authentic
UU beloved community is comprised of compassionate arms— arms that engage in firm, fair, friendly wrestling matches rather
than blood baths or back-stabbing; arms that huddle together in times of sorrow and swing open in rejoicing; arms that reach
outward in justice-building and peacemaking and not merely inward in narcissistic embrace.
In a genuine beloved community,
arms are watchful to guard against any behavior that would undermine the shared covenant. Church members band together to
defend one another against arrogance and shallowness, outside agitators, or internal saboteurs.
So when we weave our
local beloved UU communities, may we envision our tapestry in terms of intertwining hearts and heads, souls, and arms.
IV.
Beloved Community Honors the Law of Respectfulness
As Catherine Attla puts it, “There’s a really big law that we have
to obey. That law is respect. We have to treat everything with respect. The earth, the animals, the plants, the sky. Everything.”
Respect
means literally, “to look at something or someone again and again.” Respect is the only virtue sizable enough to hold “the
wholly other, caringly in our sight, realizing that our mission remains to forge a discipleship of equals, within and beyond
the walls of our chosen faith.” Imagine what pervasive respect might mean if manifested in the policies and programs, liturgies
and encounters, of our local congregation?
V. Beloved Community Declares the Meeting Open
A beloved community
is responsive to the stranger, the newcomer, the outsider who arrives bringing either attractive or odd gifts. “Hospitality
to strangers is greater than reverence for the name of God,” recounts the Hebrew proverb, and the Christian scripture confirms
the same sentiment when it declares, “I was a stranger and you took me in.”
African American poet June Jordan cuts
to the quick when she asserts, “My hope is that our lives will declare this meeting open.” However, our Unitarian Universalist
circles possess an average track record with otherness. While tolerating differences of theology, class, orientation, and
race in theory, in practice we gravitate in practice toward homogeneity of lifestyle, social behavior, and rituals. For example,
UU humanists, mystics, Christians, and pagans often join in frustrating dances in our tribes, clumsily stepping upon one another’s
toes or bumping into one another.
Additionally, if we aren’t careful, our passion for inclusion can grow thoughtless,
plunging us headlong into the pit of Jonathan Swift’s “anythingarianism” where we stand equally for everything, without limits
or boundaries, thus standing for nothing.
The Beloved Community doggedly inquires: How whole is our singular family
of faith; who is being left out; what voice is not being heard; who needs to be consoled or goaded? Our peculiar way of doing
religion spells spaciousness, size, thickness, width. Theodore Parker talked about ministry as essentially a matter of entering
a “wide place.”
Others echo this sentiment. The poet Rainer Maria Rilke penned, “I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.” And novelist Barbara Kingsolver
writes, “If there is a fatal notion on this earth, it’s the notion that wider notions will be fatal.” And then there is our
old Universalist hymn that resounds, “there’s a wideness in God’s mercy,” emboldening us to embrace those who live on the
outskirts of human favor.
Consequently, the Beloved Community would not have us ask people what they believe or what
might be their political preference or sexual orientation, but rather inquire of their singular story and how goes it with
their spirit, deep-down, really. And as our loving grasp expands, a marvel occurs: the universal supply of love is replenished;
we are personally refueled, our chosen community is enhanced, and the deities begin to dance. Active love is a form of transcendence.
“It leaves stretch marks,” as poet Marge Piercy puts it.
In beloved community we are summoned to greet one another
in Hindu fashion: Instead of saying hello or goodbye we would say namaste: “I honor the light that is within you,” or, “the
divine in me greets and embraces the divine in you.” In effect, namaste reminds each of us that our neighbor is always our
teacher, knowing well that our stinging critics are also our rabbis.
VI. Beloved Community Undergirds its Members
The
Rissho Kosei Kai movement, liberal Buddhists from Japan, would encourage us to follow their example where every member of
the congregation is an active participant in a small affinity group. These intentional support circles, called hozas, exist
solely to thicken the overall “interdependent web” of our local parishes—soothing us when we’re down and goading us when we’re
sluggish.
In the Church Aspiration we voice every Sunday in my liberal religious outpost, we make two interwoven promises:
we affirm “service is our prayer” as well as vow to “help one another in fellowship.” You see, social justice and interpersonal
caregiving are as Siamese twins—when you tear them asunder, both wither and die. Inreach and outreach are married in mature
parish life.
Our caregiving mission also creates a beloved community that reflects backward even as it marches forward.
Durable religious community travels back and forth in time, honoring and upholding those faith-comrades who have sauntered
before us and bequeathing those yet to be born with the gift of tomorrow.
The congregation celebrates communally the
entrance of babies into its midst, pledging its troth out loud. Coming-of-agers are heard and embraced along with their families
in full worship celebration. The dead are paid personalized homage, noting that the biblical phrase for dying means “to be
gathered to one’s people.” There are rites-of-passage to welcome newcomers and tributes of farewell for those moving away.
A
robust parish finds meaningful ways to lift and caress the members of its circle. Continually.
VII. Beloved Community
Members Fight Fairly for Impact not Injury
Growth is expansive and disruptive. It spells change that in turn causes
anxiety that precipitates conflict. Conflict is not only inevitable in a beloved community, but also desirable. Hence, discomfort
becomes a spiritual discipline, as colleague Alma Crawford urges. Healthy turmoil serves to sharpen issues and elicits new
perspectives. But in a community where the members feel the organizational structure is tenuous or shaky, everyone avoids
conflict like the plague.
On the contrary, mature, hardy communities tangle for impact or resultant change rather than
injury or retaliatory damage. They struggle openly in order to minimize the lying and cruelty that often contaminate our communal
life. Universalist forebear Hosea Ballou’s words uttered in 1805 still ring relevant: “Let brotherly and sisterly love continue.
If we have love, no disagreement can do us any harm; but if we have not love no agreement can do us any good!”
VIII.
Beloved Community Balances Justice with Joy
“And what does God require of us, but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with our God?” wrote the prophet Micah. This question marks a watershed in the evolution of religion when
we migrated from animal sacrifice to human service, from ritual worship to social righteousness. If we pay heed to Micah’s
threefold imperatives of justice, kindness, and humility, our houses of devotion will definitely stand in good shape.
Micah
contends that these ethical demands appear from beyond our ego or imagination. They come from the Eternal One, from the Creation.
They aren’t intriguing, optional challenges we’ve dreamed up. They are transcendent claims on human life. They are what is
expected—make that, required—during our earthly adventure.
The first imperative is to do justice. Not to think or visualize
justice, but to do justice every waking day of our lives, not merely when we feel like it. Justice entails mending a broken
world by making sure what belongs to people gets to them, be it freedom, dignity, or resources.
But justice needs to
be braided with joy in the sustenance of our beloved clans. Authentic community-weavers take their mission seriously, but
never grimly, recalling that the German word for blessedness, seelisch, is directly related to silliness in English. For as
Edward Field reflected, “If someone is to lead us, let it be a small person who doesn’t ask us to follow but just goes for
their own heart’s sake, someone who talks a little silly sometimes.”
Did you know that those in Martin Luther King’s
inner circle often remarked how comical and zany King could be? This giant moral activist was also a prankster. Imagine that.
Remember that. Go and do likewise.
Indeed, keeping our eyes on the prize of the beloved community requires a great
struggle, but not a humorless one— rather a tussle mixed with abundant mirth, poetic grace, and serendipity.
IX. Beloved
Community is Semper Reformanda
“Semper reformanda” was the rallying cry of our 16th-century Transylvanian Unitarian
kin, Francis David, and seconded by the affirmation of modern-day Unitarian sage, e. e. cummings, who mused, “We can never
be born enough.” In short, an expansive Unitarian Universalist web remains permeable and fluid rather than tight and set.
We
free-thinking mystics with hands belong to a springy venture, not a static organization; a movement anchored to no single
moment, no particular guru, no one vow, but tied to innumerable events, persons, and scriptures.
X. Beloved Community
Is Ultimately Held in an Eternal Embrace
A closing Universalist hallmark: we were created by a loving God; we are buoyed
by that same transforming power along life’s pathway, and we will finally return to its kindly, tender grasp. As Paul put
it, “Love will never come to an end.” The Universalists harbored a poignant phrase of their own: “Rest assured!”