Monday, December 5, 2022

Wonders Ordinary and Extraordinary by Reverend Tom Capo, preached on 12/4/2022

 


(After a mindfulness eating exercise with a strawberry, I begin)

What I wonder is what is wonder. The word has many definitions and I would guess means different things to different people.  As we explore wonder today take a few seconds to choose which definition you will ground yourself in.  The definition I’m using for myself today—and this may or may not be change on other days are these: wonder is curiosity—“a strong desire to learn more” (Oxford Dictionary), wonder is mystery—“ something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain” (Oxford Dictionary) and wonder is awe-- “…the feeling we get in the presence of something vast that challenges our understanding of the world.” (researchers at Berkley University’s definition).  Maybe these definitions, or metaphors, will work for you too as we explore wonder together.

            Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote: “Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.”  When I was young, around 2nd grade and 3rd grade, I remember being amazed by everything.  Every bush, creature, place, and person.  I wondered about how they each came to be.  If it was a plant I wondered how it tasted, if it was poisonous or dangerous.  If it was an object I wondered how heavy/light it was; what I could do with it.  As a child, I approached most everything as a mystery; I held many things in awe.  Wonder was central to my life.  Wonder did at times get me in some trouble, like when I tried to lift up an alligator snapping turtle to get a better look at it and to find out how heavy it was.  As I did its the snapping head reached all the way around to its tail nearly snapping my hand off.  But most often my wonderings were not so dangerous.  I wondered about books and developed a passion for reading Science Fiction/Fantasy books that were bursting with words that inspired awe, curiosity, and mystery.  I wondered how authors could write such captivating tales.  I felt that “Earth was crammed with heaven” if I just stopped long enough to fully engage with it.  I approached each experience with reverence and awe, not as a mystery to be solved, but as a mystery to be explored and savored.  I spent days wondering as I wandered in cow pastures, libraries, my backyard, my neighborhood often alone, not lonely, just alone.  I realize this is not something most of us would allow our children to do today, worried about their safety, and rightfully so, but I have to say I believe our children are missing out a little bit, not freely experiencing and wondering about the world around them. I also spent time up in a willow tree in my front yard watching people; I guessed they couldn’t see me, so I was free to watch and wonder about what they were doing, where they were going, how they moved; I was immersed, in the moment with them.  I was full of curiosity, and everything was mysterious and awe-inspiring.  This was a discrete period of my life.  Eventually, I began being more interested in playing games, spending time with friends, and school took more of my attention.  I wanted to learn how things worked, and so I listened to what teachers and priests were saying.  I think my wonder became more directed, more goal-oriented, more about finding answers rather than sensually and reverently experiencing the world.

            When was the last time when you wondered, not so much in regard to finding answers, but simply to fully experience an object, a person, art or music, to let it/them touch you emotionally, spiritually, physically; to put aside what you know from books or experience and be completely curious about it/them; and “to see and take off your shoes” treating the experience/person/object as if it inhabits holy ground?

Often we are too busy, too into our habits, and if we have time, we want to fill it with something new, innovative, mind-blowing, or at least something that tastes, smells, feels, sounds good.  I understand, I do that too, much of the time.  I mean Martha and I don’t watch any movie that doesn’t have a 5.0 or higher on IMDB—if you want to know what that means you can ask me later—because we don’t want to give our time to something that will likely be of poor value.  I often choose food or drink that positively stimulates my taste buds and nose in ways that are familiar, comforting, so I tend to consume things that I already have some positive experience with.  I tend not to explore dishes at restaurants after I have found what I like—I just keep having what I know.  It’s a known quantity.  I don’t have time to waste on fully immersing myself in what this experience, food, place might be able to offer. I don’t stop to wonder.

            And while this is my eating habit, I have been fortunate to have had some experiences that dislodged me from some of my habits, experiences that have thrust me into wonder.  I have come to realize that I cling to what I know.  I’ve forgotten how to approach any experience with curiosity, awe, and mystery.  I have forgotten that I can experience so much more in that moment, in that person, in that object if I take the time to wonder about them.

            Once long ago, I was a counselor in an Eating Disorders Inpatient Treatment Program.  I worked with people who were diagnosed with anorexia, bulimia, and compulsive eating disorders.  For the most part I ran educational classes and offered individual, family and group therapy.  I had been teaching the patients about mindful eating.  But as a counselor, I didn’t eat with them, that was the job of a nurse or mental health technician.  One day, the nurse and tech were not available, so I went down with the patients so that staff would be present when they ate.  I decided that if I was asking them to mindfully eat, perhaps I should as well.  I approached my food with curiosity and mystery, ready to learn something from the experience, just as I invited you to do with the strawberry today.  It was an awesome and I would even say holy experience.  I opened myself up to my senses and my feelings, again as I had asked my patients to do.  Can you image approaching a hamburger or ice cream as if it was something you had never had before?  As I might have approached it back when I was a child.  Can you imagine noticing while eating mindfully and slowly that you experience each taste bud activating in succession, from sweet to sour to bitter?  Chocolate is not just one flavor sensation but many.  After mindfully eating chocolate, I was reminded of how the Maya and Aztec regarded chocolate as a life-giving force that empowered human blood. Its consumption was therefore a kind of sacrament, which gave life to the reverant consumer.  When I mindfully eat chocolate-- understand I don’t do that very often—I open myself fully to my senses, as well as to curiosity, to awe and mystery, and I wonder “Should I take off my shoes.”

            I want to share a little more from Fabiana Fondevila’s article “Where Wonder Lives”:  [Often our] first reaction [to awe and wonder], is [reflected in] what happens to our breath, [which] to me seems very telling.  You know, when you see the night sky, a very majestic night sky or a mountain or a storm or sunset—I’m naming natural phenomena, but it doesn’t have to be nature, it could also be a piece of music or art, or a very supremely kind act, that you consider, that you feel is so huge and encompassing that you can’t take it in—what you do instinctively is you hold your breath for a moment, right?...And that gives us a bit of a clue as to what’s happening.  And here I’m citing researchers…Dacher Keltner and Lani Shiota and other awe researchers—they’ve found that what awe does when we experience it is it submerges us in the present.  For that time, however long it lasts, there’s no past, no future.  You’re not worried about anything.  You’re not remembering anything.  You’re there completely at one with what is happening.  So this suspension of breath seems to me first of all—and maybe this is just symbolic, or an intuition of mine, I haven’t read that anywhere, but it’s as if you want to make room for it and there’s not enough room for it in your chest so you take in this big gulp of air—which is also related to the word “inspiration,” and that’s no small association—and then you hold it for a moment as everything stands still.”

            I remember feeling that when I was young and life was full of awe and wonder.  When there was a suspension of time and breath, a time when even the experience of a strawberry was too big to fit in my chest.  Nowadays, I have to stop and make time to be open for those wonderful experiences.  So I make time on occasion to eat mindfully, to look at a sunrise mindfully, to read a passage in a book mindfully or look at a piece of art mindfully, or listen music mindfully.  Not expecting that I will be moved, not in the expectation that I will experience awe or wonder, but with a willingness to be open to what lies in the moment.  Making time for mindful awareness.  And when I feel that wonder, that curiosity of spirit, in the midst of awe and mystery, for a moment—or, if I’m lucky, for several moments, there is no “ordinary”, and anything and everything is extraordinary.

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

The Quiet Seeds of Change Calling Us to a New Self by Reverend Tom Capo, preached on 11/6/2022

       

         Do you make time to listen for that still small voice inside you?  The voice that invites you to be make a change, to strive a little more; the voice that urges you to more authenticity, that invites you into transformation?  I believe we all have such inner stirrings—that give voice to the seeds of change wanting to burst forth and grow in and through us.  I asked you during the meditation to draw or write about that inner voice, considering when you hear it, how you hear it, how you respond to it.  Is it a voice that calls you to an evolution, to a revolution of the way you live and move and have your being on this earth?  Does it ask you to say “yes” to life, to truth, to love?  What’s your response to that?

         For the most part, for most of us, life can be very habitual, routine.  And for some, perhaps many of us, this is a comfortable way to move through life.  This routine can offer times of joy and happiness, not unlike the creature on the island of Habit that we learned about earlier in the service (The Creature of Habit by Jennifer E. Smith).  I am certain that some of us didn’t see anything problematic with the creature’s life.  Eating food he liked, going where he liked, talking to creatures and plants he knew and liked.  A life with no changes or surprises.  And no disturbances. Until a new creature wandered upon his island.  At first, there was a little happiness as the creature of Habit got to know this new creature.  Then, over time, this new creature disrupted things too much, causing the creature of Habit confusion, discomfort and distaste—he found he didn’t like oranges.  And he really didn’t like a complete lack of routine.  However, by the end of the story, the creature of Habit had found some joy in new-found ways of doing things with this new creature.  What did you think about this story?  Did it resonate with some feelings you might experience when seeds of change make themselves known to you?  Did you empathize with the creature of Habit when the new creature entered the island?  What value judgments can you make about life before the new creature’s arrival verses after its arrival? 

I can tell you for much of my life, I loved habit, routine, knowing what to expect.  Going back about 25 years, I had completed graduate school and was working as a psychotherapist in a practice in Houston.  I had friends and family around me and I spent time with them on a routine basis.  I could predict with a high degree of accuracy what was likely to happen almost every day of the week.  I was happy as a crab under a rock. 

          Then came that pesky inner voice calling me to transformation.  I was the chair of the Worship Committee at Bay Area Unitarian Universalist Church in Clear Lade, Texas.  One Friday night I received a call from the president of the congregation.  He said that I would need to come up with something for Sunday’s service because the minister would not be preaching.  I asked “Why?”.  He said the minister had done something unethical and would no longer be serving our church effective immediately. In fact he would be stripped of his Ministerial Fellowship credentials by the Unitarian Universalist Association and his counseling credentials by the state of Texas.  After the phone call, I reflected on what the president told me.  That minister, who had been a friend of mine, would not longer be able to follow his vocation or his career.  He had lost what had been most meaningful to him.  A prompt, a question crossed my mind, “What if I suddenly lost everything.  Have I left anything undone?”  With that question, the voice within me roared to life, saying “Yes you have; you are called to ministry.” 

           Sometimes that inner voice comes unbidden, when taking a shower, cutting up cabbage or cleaning the windows.  Sometimes that inner voice can come as a response when you are exposed to something or someone.  Some thing that cracks you open--like a sunrise, a painting, a piece of music.  Or someone who has a different worldview or who is radically authentic, loud, and proud and engaged with being the change they seek in the world, and suddenly it is hard for you to see the world the same way you used to.  Hard for you to be in the world the same way you used to be.  Sometimes that inner voice rises up when we set aside time, with an open heart, mind, spirit, and without expectations, by using meditation, prayer, ritual, or contemplative correspondence/writing. 

          Whether you believe that inner voice is your unconscious, your connection with the universe, spirit, soul, deepest self, god or goddess?  What happens when you hear it?  How do you respond or react?  Are you surprised, scared, overwhelmed, dismissive?   Do you tense up, pull back, clench your jaw?  How is  that inner voice embodied in you?  Is it centered in your stomach, head, neck back? 

          When the seeds of change called me to ministry, I felt surprised, anxious, overwhelmed, resistant, as well as joyful, ready, and willing.  I felt that call in my head, in my thoughts.  I thought everything from “no, I can’t” to “yes, I must” all at the same time.  With all the paradoxical feelings and thoughts, I was mentally and spiritually troubled and jumbled, less reflective and more reactive.  I went through a dark night of the soul that I couldn’t control.  My connection to my habitual life seemed far away.  Was that good or bad?  I was unable to make that judgement.  To say I was surprised is a vast understatement. 

          Unitarian Universalist minister, Reverend Karen Hering, invites us to consider a surprise, such as one that might come when we hear that inner voice, in a particular way.  She says: “If you notice constriction or repulsion or attraction to a surprise, it isn’t either bad or good.  It’s just an observation.  Imagine your observed response as if it were a package you’ve been given that you are setting aside for later.  You can go back to opening it and actually feeling it later.  But by pausing to observe without judgement for a few moments, you can experiment with curiosity and simply explore [the surprise] instead…[you might ask yourself] What does [this surprise] involve that you didn’t notice or know right away?  What are some possible choices it offers, including some that might seem absurd?  What do you learn by naming these options side by side?  What might be your next response, one that perhaps has been lying in wait, ready to emerge given a chance?”

          How do you evaluate the calling from the seeds of change within you?  How do you decide whether to say yes or no to the invitation to break open the seed, grow, bloom and blossom?  I can speak for myself and tell you that my call to ministry has been fulfilling in more ways than I can count.  It hasn’t always been an easy path, nor has it been without cost—mostly costing my routine habitual life.  But it has been worth it.  I feel more authentically engaged with who I am, and who I am becoming.  And I am more willing to listen, evaluate and respond to the inner voice within.  I don’t always say yes to that inner voice, but I do listen when it rises up, knowing that it often offers wisdom, opportunities, and direction that can help me be radically myself, loud and proud as I embody the change I seek in the world.  What it doesn’t offer is habit.  And while I sometime miss being a creature of Habit, I wouldn’t change my transformed life with all of its novelty, intersections, diversity, and interesting different wonderful people.  And so today and every day, I listen for the next seeds of change that will call me. 

There are seeds of change within all of us. I invite you, no, I encourage you to listen for the seeds of possibility that your inner voice offers.  Then invite them into your life with curiosity.  Let yourself explore where they might take you.  And be open to some surprises, even if they mean that things are going to change.

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

“Affirm and Promote the Democratic Process” by Rev. Tom Capo preached on 10/23/2022

           


           During many of the past electoral seasons, I have pulled out Parker Palmer’s “Healing the Heart of Democracy” to read the passage you heard this morning.  In particular I reflect on these words: “Looking at politics through the eye of the heart can liberate us from seeing it as a chess game of moves and countermoves or a shell game for seizing power or a blame game of whack-a-mole. Rightly understood, politics is no game at all. It is the ancient and honorable human endeavor of creating a community in which the weak as well as the strong can flourish [and so too can] love…   And [where] power can collaborate, and justice and mercy can have their day.  ‘We the people’ must build a political life rooted in the commonwealth of compassion and creativity [that is] still found among us, becoming a civic community sufficiently united to know our own will and hold those who govern accountable to it.”

            While these words give me hope and affirm within me what a heart-centered democratic process might look and feel like, I still struggle with the changes going on in our various governmental bodies these days.  Wednesday evening a few of us from UU Miami went to the Miami Dade School Board meeting again. Because being part of a democratic process means you keep showing up as an active participant. As we drove to the meeting Carol Klopfer said that she didn’t remember the school board ever being political before.  Martha Harrison agreed with her.  If anything, the meetings were boring and fairly perfunctory, doing the work that needed to done to run the school district effectively.  During the meeting, I and others continued to speak about the School Board’s upsetting vote against setting aside October as LGBTQ History month. Even though the vote was already a done deal, many of us attended Wednesday night so that our voices could be heard.  Last month’s meeting of the Board when the vote was taken was overrun with boisterous, conspiracy driven, homophobic rants.  When it was my turn to speak, I voiced empathy for the Board, and I shared that I too felt some fear last month.  Then I asked them to vote next year when the same issue would come up not based on shouting voices or fear, but to be guided by what is best for the children and youth, and do their homework in this current school year—monitor the bullying, prejudicial speech, or hate crimes in our schools that may follow in the wake of last month’s vote.  Many people told the Board that they would be holding them accountable for their decision last month.  Many of the speakers educated us about LGBTQ history—we heard about the first openly gay person in our nation to be elected to public office-- Harvey Milk.  The brilliant work of World War II Codebreaker Alan Turing was brought to the attention of the School Board, as well as about Anita Bryant and her fight to oppose the rights of the LGBTQ community in Miami.  At the end of the night, the Board thanked all the speakers for being civil and calm during the meeting.  I left that meeting proud of the many speakers who did not simply walk away from last month’s meeting.  I was proud of us because we did not quit.  Being part of a democratic process means you keep showing up as an active participant.  Last Wednesday night, “We the people” decided that we would use compassion and common sense to hold those who govern accountable and those who govern listened. Will we see the fruits of our labor this school year?  No, but we’ve laid down the seeds of a better crop for next year.  And we will keep coming back to tend them.

            About 6 years ago, the church I was serving, DuPage Unitarian Universalist Church rented the building out to a group called “Friends Who March”, a local activist group that formed after the Woman’s March in Chicago.  They wanted to hold an Activist Expo.  Members of the church had a table at this Expo—marketing their internship program for disadvantaged and discriminated against youth.  There were 41 groups that had tables—some of which were Planned Parenthood, Handmaidens, PFLAG, Indivisible, Moms Demand Action, the Environmental Defense Fund, and the Bisexual and Queer Alliance.  The program started at 1 PM and was going very well.  People from all around the area came, wanting to learn about and support the various organizations.  After an hour or so, the leader of Friends Who March came up to me and said there were people there who were disrupting the event and wouldn’t leave.  She told them to go, but they wouldn’t listen to her. 

            I was confronted by a man who said, “I am an activist; I shouldn’t have to leave.  I am advocating for life. I won’t let babies be killed.”  By the last part of his statement, he was shouting.  And his wife had joined in the fray.  In a calm, but assertive, tone I told him, “You need to leave.  If you don’t leave, I will call the police.”  His wife started shouting that she didn’t want anyone to kill the baby in her body, and he started yelling I was helping kill babies.   I just repeated “You need to leave.  If you don’t leave, I will call the police.”  As I walked them out of the building. 

            They sat in their car for a little while until some of their supporters joined them, then they were back in front of the building—shouting and waving graphic posters and signs.  The police were called.  The police stayed with us for much of the rest of the afternoon, setting boundaries with the protesters.  I learned from the police that prosecuting these types of protesters is pretty much impossible.  The right of free speech extends to us all.  The rest of the afternoon, the protesters verbally harassed anyone who came to the Expo.  At the end of the event, we asked each of the groups if they felt safe as they were leaving, providing escort for those who did not. 

            I tell you about my experience because it taught me to remain calm, see how calm I look in this picture-- in divisive and hostile situations—and if that doesn’t describe our present democratic process right now, I don’t know what does.  I have also learned that while I might project calmness, inside I am sometimes scared and angry, sometimes really scared and really angry.  My emotions can and do rise to a level that sometimes threatens to overtake me.  When this happens I feel spasms in my back, and that day at DuPage UU Church, boy was it spasming.  Standing up for my values and our Unitarian Universalist Principles can be challenging and feel dangerous, and right now we are called to stand up for the democratic process in this divided country.  I have come to trust that prophetic wisdom can ground me as I work to make the world a more equitable place for everyone. And I trust that pastoral wisdom will ground me so I don’t end up physically or emotionally incapacitated. 

            I have a printed copy of this quote by Martin Niemöller (Nee moe ler) in my office. You probably have heard it before:

First they came for the Jews

and I did not speak out

because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists

and I did not speak out

because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists

and I did not speak out

because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for me

and there was no one left

to speak out for me.

Niemöller (Nee moe ler) was a German anti-Nazi theologian and Lutheran pastor.  He became famous for this quote.  It gives me strength to do the work of justice, especially I times like these.  His words of wisdom give me courage to speak truth to power.  Keeping this quote on my desk where I can see it daily helps me manage my anger and fear.  If I don’t speak out, if I don’t use the power and voice that I have, one marginalized group after another, one person after another will be trampled on without repercussions. I will not stand for that.  What are the words or wisdom that give you strength and courage to speak truth to power?  Perhaps you can share them with me after the service.

            For pastoral wisdom, I often turn to the Buddha.  For instance, the Tibetan meditation we did today is one I have used to ground myself in the pastoral.  This style of meditation includes holding intentions in my mind and heart while I meditate, positive and healing intentions, held with lovingkindness.  Removing what suffering I can from myself or others, offering the intention of happiness, joy, and comfort for myself and to all those into the world, even those who might be peddling hate, lies, and conspiracy, helps ground me, calm me, fill me with lovingkindness and empathy.

            What grounds you these days as you work to affirm and promote “The right of conscience and the use of the democratic process within our congregations and in society at large.”  What inspires you?  What helps you cope with the risks you take as you do work the world needs?  What calms and centers you as you experience the pastoral feelings that will undoubtedly rise up as you do this work?

Thank you all for sharing.  I end with this blessing written by Nancy C. Wood in 1974, which is another that I turn to during these times of trouble.  It reminds me of much of what I have said to you today:

Hold on to what is good

even if it is

a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe

even if it is

a tree which stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do

even if it is

a long way from here.

Hold on to life even when

it is easier letting go.

Hold on to my hand even when

I have gone away from you.

I feel your hands in mine when I am holding onto what I believe, when I embody the work of justice, equity, and when I work to heal the heart of our democracy.  May you feel my hand in yours as you do the same.  Namaste.