Imagine how it must
have felt. For those first Jesus followers, the people we call his disciples,
to know that their leader was leaving them. To know that the person who had the
courage to do what was necessary and the power to keep them safe – was no
longer going to be with them. For that group of people, who risked their lives
speaking truth to power, working on behalf of the most marginalized in their
society, who knew that they were seen as dangerous outlaws for challenging an
unjust empire – that night described in the Gospel of John must have been one
filled with fear.
And when the worst
happened – when their leader, the one they relied on for protection was killed
– the shock of that moment must have been unbearable. The anguish, the
uncertainty about their own safety – “if they did not spare him, how will they
spare us?” How on earth could they have gone on sharing a message of justice
when it meant imprisonment? Why, in a world where challenging corruption and
speaking on behalf the oppressed would get you killed, why would they ever want
to make themselves known?
Back in August when
I was a new intern, I attended a hearing about the Trinity Center’s winter
homelessness shelter. I’d been warned about the pushback it was receiving, and
was grateful to see several of you there as well. But I didn’t realize how much
our presence mattered until members of the public addressed the council to
share their opinions. Particularly their opinions against the shelter. As some
of you may recall, several of the statements that evening dehumanized the
people who would be served. Residents “concerned” that the people living in the
armory would break into their homes or go to the bathroom on their lawns. Parents
worried that there was nothing to stop the people in the shelter from attacking
them and their children. Almost all of them agreed homelessness was a reality
that needed to be addressed, but many didn’t want even a temporary solution “in
their backyard.”
I admit, I was
horrified. As I sat in the room listening to these statements, it became harder
for me to keep a straight face, that unreadable but present expression that
often accompanies what we in the ministry call the “non-anxious presence.” In
the midst of these exchanges, unable to hold my shock on my own any longer, I
texted Rev. Leslie – “Minister Face is really hard to keep right now.” A minute
later, I got her response – “We often preach about the world we want. This is
the world we live in.” And that got me thinking.
“We often preach about the world we want.”
Well, what is the world I want? The world I want is a place where the
dignity of all people is acknowledged by individuals and systems alike. Where
there is equitable access to opportunities, where we embody a shared sense of
preservation in our engagement with the environment. The world I want, the
world I think we all want, is a place where all life can not only survive but
all life can thrive, in mutually supportive relationships.
So if that’s the
world we want, what is the world we live in? I’ll be honest, my experience of
the world these days – it’s in a tender place. Although several businesses and
celebrities have vowed to boycott North Carolina in response to its recent
transphobic legislation, that has not stopped other states from considering
similar laws, including Mississippi, where it is now legal to discriminate
against LGBTQ individuals in the name of religious freedom. This past week, a
group of us here at MDUUC shared our reflections on Bryan Stevenson’s book, Just Mercy, which left more than one of
us feeling overwhelmed by the degree to which our criminal “justice” system
perpetuates racism and sentences black men to death in a manner that is too
similar to Jim Crow era lynchings to be ignored. And in my own experience as an
Arab-American Muslim, the world we live in is breaking my heart. Each morning I
wake up wondering not if but “what time today” will I see Islamophobic rhetoric
dominate the headlines. And each time some seemingly random act of violence
occurs, I find myself praying “don’t let them say they are Muslim,” because I
know the backlash that will follow if they do.
And when it comes to
our physical world, this one precious world that we rely on to sustain
us, that heartbreak is just as strong. We know the basic statistics – carbon
dioxide levels are at their highest in 650,000 years, and they keep climbing.
Like our time for all ages presented in simple terms, our global temperature is
on the rise, and the impact is significant. Extreme drought and heat waves are
occurring more frequently and are at risk of becoming a normal, annual
occurrence. Hurricanes that have already devastated communities around the
globe will continue to grow in intensity and frequency. And the arctic, a place
known for its frozen terrain, is projected to be ice-free by the mid-century.
A closer look at the
human costs is equally disheartening. For indigenous people around the world, whose
lives are deeply dependent on the natural environment and its resources, warmer
temperatures, deforestation, and fires limit their access to vital food
sources. Here in our own backyard, in West Oakland, residents who are already
experiencing the destructive health effects of emissions from ships and trucks
are now facing the possibility of coal trains going by their neighborhoods. In
a part of the state where the pediatric hospitalization rate for asthma is
double the state average, families – particularly children of color – are at
risk for even more respiratory harm.
Climate change affects
everyone – but its effects on the poor and people of color make it a racial and
economic justice issue that is often forgotten. Populations that have been
systemically marginalized by governments and globalization, people who are
largely NOT responsible for climate change, are the ones who bear the greatest and
most devastating burdens. And still, with all of this scientific evidence and
the price paid by the most vulnerable in our world, there are leaders who continue
to deny that there is any danger – who deny that all life, and especially the
people and beings whose voices have been historically silenced, is at great
risk.
The world we live in
is a place where suffering can seem so widespread that it is impossible to know
every place it is occurring. The challenges in our reality can make us feel so
powerless that we enter into a spiral of fatalistic despair. In the case of
that August hearing, the world we live in shocked me. And when I see people in
positions of political power deny the realities of climate change, defending
projects that increase the burden it has placed on people of color and people
in lower socio-economic classes – I am devastated and I am angry. Is this really
how things are? Is this really how things still
are? This blatant classism and unfiltered hate, the severity of
institutionalized racism and politically-backed systematic dehumanization…this
was the world I read about in my high school history textbook – is this really
still the world I live in? The world
we live in today?
Yes. And we need to
know that. When we are confronted by the actualities of oppression in our
society, the real suffering and harm experienced by communities that have too
long lived in the margins - in the moments when we come to the edge of our grief
– it can be so tempting to turn back to that place of ignorance or make
ourselves numb with false assurances that it’s “not really that bad.” But we
need to know and name our reality, as painful and difficult as it may be to
acknowledge. We need to confess what is actually happening around and to us. To
be explicit about the shock and anguish that we feel. We need to let our cries
out and let our tears fall.
It isn’t always easy
to enter that place of our harsher realities and heartache, but it is
essential. In the words of civil rights activist and writer, James Baldwin, “we
have to look the grim facts in the face because if we don’t, we can never hope
to change them.” Without facing the challenges of the world we live in – without
letting them move our hearts and spirits and break them open – our hopes for
the world, the world that we want, will not have roots in our reality. And as
Unitarian Universalists, we come from a long line of voices that spoke of the
need to root ourselves in reality, in the world that we live in, not only when
it comes to shaping our faith but also when it comes to acting upon it.
One of my favorite Universalists,
Clarence Skinner reminds us that hell and salvation are not afterlife concepts
but “humanized and socialized” processes. Both are the result of our own
actions as well as our existence in a “world of humanity from which [we] can by
no means wholly disentangle [ourselves].” Hell already exists, in human
suffering and the social evils that bring it about. And heaven, the world that we
want, the shared salvation we hope for, cannot be built until we fully acknowledge
those heartbreaking parts of the world that we live in.
Using our
acknowledgment of this hell and heartbreak to root ourselves and actions is a
process that Rev. Otis Moss, Jr. recently called “prophetic grief.” Prophetic
grief takes our pain and turns it into power. It does not deny the realities of
suffering and oppression but it is resolute in the faith that there is
something healing that we can always tap into, holy forces of justice and
change that remain stronger than the most hellish of realities. Prophetic grief
does not ignore the world we live in but takes ownership of it, and uses it as the
inspiration to act in new ways that heal. Our prophetic grief sees our reality as
the reason why we must strive to be a source of hope.
And while Rev. Moss
speaks from his context in black faith communities, his idea of “prophetic
grief” is one that crosses faiths and cultures. One of the verses I find myself
turning to time and time again in the Qur’an says the following: “Through
hardship there is also ease. Through hardship there is also ease.” This verse,
repeated in the original text, is said to have been spoken by the Prophet Muhammad
in one of the most trying times of his life. Living in Mecca, having been
shunned by those in power for speaking against the ways in which their economic
practices cause harm to others – Muhammad, his followers, and his family were
on the brink of death. And yet, the verses that are said to have been revealed
to him in that moment assure him that he is not alone. That there were forces supporting
him far greater than the ones causing him harm. That through his hardship,
there was also ease, because he fought on the side of that greater good that we
have seen emerge victorious in history even in the harshest, most hostile of settings.
This concept of
“prophetic grief” also resonates with Unitarian Universalism’s understanding of
our expanding potential. It reminds us that our faith, our power as people, is
rooted in an infinite love that we can and must continue to discover new
expressions of everyday. As UU theologian Rebecca Parker writes, “I believe we
are living in a time when the best is asked of us, and this best is far beyond
what we thought we were capable of or what we thought we would ever be asked to
do. I believe that in rising to the occasion of what is asked of us now, we
will discover a depth of strength and a richness of love and courage that we
did not know we could claim or achieve.” By naming our reality, we live into
our ability to connect to others with a genuine awareness of what is actually
happening to and around us. We build relationships that are rooted in sincere
companionship and compassionate trust, and remind one another that in the midst
of devastation, our ability to create and love is still possible and is
infinitely stronger. Whether we call it prophetic grief or rising to the occasion,
our honest acknowledgment of injustice in the world is what expands our
capacity to change it.
So where does our naming the world we live in take us? What is the payoff of taking that
risk and making ourselves known? Months have passed since that August meeting,
and in that time, we saw the shelter organizers root themselves in reality.
They held community meetings to address concerns and continued attending
council hearings to defend their cause. At one such meeting, three youth spoke.
Three teenaged girls who spoke in support of the shelter, imploring the
community to consider how it wanted to be known. How the city had a
responsibility to send a message of compassion and care by creating this
shelter. And eventually, in spite of multiple setbacks, the shelter was
approved and operated in the winter. Over that time, support from community
members grew, to the point that one person testified to her change of heart at
later meetings. She was so impressed by the shelter’s organization and the safety
it actually created in the neighborhood, that she supported its renewal in the next
year.
It may not seem like a major victory or that significant of a change. A few people supporting a temporary solution to homelessness in one city doesn’t seem like a whole lot. But it is. Each person’s shift in opinion, this city’s willingness to try something new, is a glimmer of the world that is possible to create using the saving resources of the world that is. Changes of the heart, cultivated by the love and rising to the occasion of advocates and people of faith, is a reflection of our transformative power, our ability to confront the ugliness of our world knowing that we have access to forces of healing and change that are greater and more beautiful than the ones that can cause pain.
That same
transformative power is accessible in our efforts to address climate change. In
our time for all ages, the children acted because they had the courage to name
their reality. They knew that if they worked together, even the smallest actions
would have a great impact. And they made themselves and their reality known,
reaching out to children around the world, putting their faith in a healing
love they believed was greater than the destructive harm they had encountered.
Here in California, many of us are doing what we can to name our reality of severe
drought, and address it in many small ways that make a huge collective
difference. Living with three other people, I am amazed by how a little bucket
in the shower saves enough water for us to grow our own vegetables. I am admittedly
a little disturbed and somewhat nauseated by how my cat has developed a taste
for that bucket of used shower water. I suppose he wants to contribute to our
conservation efforts by reducing the amount of times we have to refill his
water bowl.
Turning off lights,
using public transportation, recycling, putting solar panels on a church
sanctuary – at an individual level these may not seem like they make a dent,
but collectively, we know they can and do have a tremendous impact. And when we
trust in that greater good and the human impulse to heal by asking others to
join us in these small shifts, we make ourselves known, and make a new reality
possible. Our ability to tap into those forces of healing and change doesn’t
just end with adjustments to our daily routine. It includes making ourselves
known in risky ways that confront the devastating effects of climate change,
especially those felt by the most marginalized in our world. Last summer in
Portland, Greenpeace activists rappelled off of a bridge in an effort to
prevent the passage of the MSV Fennica, an icebreaker ship that was bound for
oil-drilling operations in the Artic. Although the ship eventually passed through,
their efforts made them and the realities of such oil drilling activities
known.
And it encouraged
many to believe they too could be a part of the movement for healing change. On
March 23, UUs were among the hundreds who protested an oil lease auction in New
Orleans, seeking to bring an end to gulf-area oil and gas drilling that caused
harm to the local environment and communities. Here in Oakland, local
communities and organizations like the Sierra Club and Communities for a Better
Environment, are mobilizing an effort to prevent the approval of
health-destroying coal trains – an effort that we too have the power to
support.
“We often preach
about the world we want. This is the world we live in.” These words hold the
answer to why those early followers of Jesus eventually chose to be known. To
remain hidden and accept the world as it was would have meant admitting that
the world they wanted was not possible. It would have meant saying that that
the world they had committed their lives to, the justice their leader had
taught them to fight for was not actually within their capacity to create.
But when they chose
to make themselves known, they put their faith in something greater. Not
something outside of their reality, but something embedded deep within it. They
put their faith in the compassion and healing that had to be greater than the
hate and harm they encountered. In loving one another, just as Mary did when
she reminded them there was something greater than their pain, they made
themselves known as believers and creators of the Good. In naming and
challenging oppressive realities, in proclaiming the good news of a holy impulse
for justice, they put faith in the possibility of change. And they put faith in
the capacity of people to bring it about
That text also helps
me understand how we can be known.
Like those early followers of a radical Jewish teacher, like the sacrificing
and perseverant Muhammad, we can make the choice to be known to a world that
needs our honest and engaged faith. We can choose to be known to this world as
people who see the harshness of reality, who name it and grieve it, and who still
believe that it is worth the risk to put our faith in love. We can be known as
people who dive into the pains of this world and turn it into power. We can be
known as people who rise to the occasion because we are supported by and possess
a healing and creative love that is far greater than the harming and
destructive forces we work against. We can be known as the people who recognize
that the world we want is the world
we live in, because together we have the power to change it.
(Preached on April 17, 2016 at the Mt. Diablo Unitarian Universalist Church)