Saturday, December 27, 2014

Turn

Thousands of police officers turned their backs to Mayor de Blasio at today's funeral for Officer Ramos. Their actions turned a moment of mourning and shared pain into a show of hostility and politicization. In a moment where understanding and dialogue could begin, where hearts and minds could be opened to the reality of the evil that has all of us, ALL of us, in its grasp, they literally turned their backs to an invitation to begin working together. 

Despite the disappointment that a moment of remembrance has been turned into one of sensationalized anger, I will not demonize the individuals who made the decision to turn away. I do not condone their actions, the misguided logic behind them, or the hypocrisy of asking for no protests in the days before the funeral while engaging in a protest at the funeral itself. But the need to release the pain, anger, shock, fear, loss, and lack of control - that, I fully support. The need to feel safe, to live in a world where lives are not at risk, where systems and leaders do not appear to be stacked against you but in support of your needs, where the value of one's life and work is recognized by all, to simply be heard and seen as human - that I fully support. It is why thousands upon thousands upon thousands have marched in the streets, shut down malls, trains, and airports, held vigils and prayer services, and met with those presently in power to lift up the voices silenced for far too long. It is why we cannot stop, because the forces that keep all of us fighting one another will continue to have us killing each other if we do not turn to see them, to face them head on together. It is why we too mourn for and alongside with the families who have been forever changed by a loved one's murder.

The violent loss of life serves no purpose in this world except to destroy it. The deaths of Officers Ramos and Liu are horrible tragedies that were in service to the same monster that claims the lives of black people everywhere. It continues to breed disconnection, hostility, oppression, and violence of all forms with its demonic use of fear. But it does not have to remain that way. We do not have to stay trapped in the structures that cause all of us pain, that deny humanity, that generate suffering and claim lives, that separate us by making us fear each other. We can change the systems we have found ourselves in, systems that we may not have created, but systems that we absolutely have the power to dismantle and replace with ones that no longer find roots in the sin of white supremacy. Those who lived before us built these systems, and it is no doubt a difficult truth to recognize that we live in ways to perpetuate their presence. But there is also hope that comes along with acknowledging this reality in our lives - if people built those systems long ago, than today we, with our greater numbers, knowledge and love, can build something better. If the monster needs us to behave and believe a certain way in order to maintain its survival, we can choose to change in ways that will destroy it once and for all. 

If we choose to turn to one another in moments when our pain, anger, shock, fear, and loss tempts us to turn against each other, we begin to loosen the monster's grasp of our hearts and minds. If we choose to hear and see one another, choose to sit, stand, and lie down next to each other, we can all turn and face together the truths that divide us, control us, and kill the ones we love. If in our sadness and shock we are willing to see the difficult explanations that bring us closer together rather than the easy lies that drive us apart, we will take down those structures that have only destroyed our world, and can create new ones that will heal and rebuild. If, in these moments when we feel no sense of control, we listen for those voices that subvert the controlling norm, we will reclaim our collective power. If we do not turn away but turn towards, we will stop dying and start fully living.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Stupid F*cking Octopus

I’m sorry that the world keeps denying your struggle.
It’s disturbing that nobody can see
the blood on their hands.
I’m horrified that institutionalized hate claims your lives.
It’s a sin
that children are killed as they play.
I’m stunned that “allies” can be the most clueless of all.
It’s absurd how the loudest supporters
can be the strongest at silencing.
I mourn that centuries of pain and suffering aren’t just yesterday’s roots,
but the branches and leaves
hovering over all of us today.
My heart breaks when I hear your weeping…

so please don’t call my pain a distraction from yours.

God forbid my cousin is detained because of his name,
and that the guards subject him to waterboarding every day.
Did you know rectal feeding has no nutritional value?
God forbid my friend’s father is killed dancing at a wedding,
because they think his family’s ululations of celebration are war cries.
Do Americans still fire guns into the air on the Fourth of July?
God forbid my friend’s niece is killed by Israeli war planes,
collateral damage because she chose to sleep in her own bed.
Amazing how civilians are terrified of those “freedom fighters.”
God forbid that a Sikh cab driver picks up the wrong customer,
who tries to shoot him in the head for wrapping his long hair.
He should have put an American flag on his radio antennae like my dad.

The world threatens your lives and loved ones,
but that doesn't mean my fears are less valid or real.

I know my pleas are addressed to you,
but it is something else that has me screaming to be heard.
It’s that goddamn monster that keeps strangling me with one of its tentacles.
You know the one,
that fucking octopus,
with a tentacle that looks an awful lot like a noose
the barrel of a police officer’s gun,
or a school-to-prison pipeline?
The same stupid octopus,
with suction cups that look like hundreds of unmarked graves at the border,
the words of a new immigration law
or an armed militia by a barbed wire fence.
The same stupid, fucking octopus
that looks like the necklace of beads that “bought” an island,
that inks out its disease and genocide,
and claims a God-given right to all oceans and lands.

The same tentacled monster
that won’t let me board a train before thoroughly searching my bag,
and has TSA asking “Why do you need two bottles of water?”
Here’s hoping I don’t get thirsty and they think
I’m turning my bladder into a bomb.

It’s that stupid, fucking octopus that has me screaming,
that is trying to squeeze the life out of you and me.
It’s smart. It’s crafty.
It knows to hide behind its different legs.
It learned early on to deceive us
by keeping us far apart.
This fucking octopus
– it is efficiently sinister in its work –
it convinces us that to survive
only one margin can be at the center.
It tricks us into fighting one another.
This stupid octopus has us looking only at its tentacles,
hiding its slimy, slick, and manipulative body
behind words like “Illegal Immigration,” “Terrorism,”
or the “War on Drugs.”
This stupid, fucking octopus knows
the best way to stop all of us,
is to have us silence each other.

But every once in a while, the octopus slips,
(out of desperation? pride? instability?)
and our eyes trace the length of the tentacles gripping us tight.
The opportunity comes
to get a glimpse of something monstrous hovering above.
That calculated presence, that ancient oppressive base,
watching, waiting, connecting us all
with its nefarious schemes of universal and self hate.
This colossal controlling monster;
bigger than our margins,
but afraid of our power all the same.

It happens in a moment,
gone as fast as it arrives,
but long enough to leave the memory of a question.
Maybe there is more than me.
Maybe there is another way.

Please believe me.
I really don’t mean to distract from your pain.
I have no intention of erasing your struggles or cries.
But I also need room to scream because of mine.
I need to cry out because I know
the tentacle around me is just part of something more.
I remember that body lurking above.
I feel its invisible, domineering gaze.
I feel its pulse on my skin.
I know it has you too.

I scream because this cycle is one we should know.
Haven’t we seen how our poking at one tentacle won’t do a goddamn thing?
The power to aggravate is not the power to change.
It just makes the monster squeeze all of us tighter still.
I learned from tracing history that 
freeing myself will do nothing to the body above.
Finding my own way out of its grasp
will only bring more harm to you.
Cutting off one part of this monster
leaves it angry, desperate,
more likely to kill anyone who remains.
What I know of liberation 
is that it is not real if I claim to be free 
while another is crushed to death.
Haven’t you learned the same?

I promise,
I scream not above you, but alongside you.
My pains are not just for me but for us.
This suffering is too big to be carried by one.
But our power to heal is destroyed
when we deny each other.
I cry out with you, asking
why do we maintain these tentacle-lined boxes that keep us apart?
Why are we so willing to help the monster do its work?
When will we finally see
that our divisions bring us no closer to freedom,
that ignoring each others’ pain denies the reality floating above?
When will we wake up to the truth
the hope
the solution
that we must be partners in our struggles to find release
from the monster that divides its victims
so it can protect its irrational self,
so it can hide its true form?

God forbid this stupid fucking octopus
has us fighting each other
while still killing us in its grasp.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

"Are There Not Wrongs To Be Righted?"*

On August 9, 2014, Officer Darren Wilson shot and killed Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager, in broad daylight. Multiple witnesses testified to Michael Brown being several yards away and holding his hands up in surrender at the time he was killed. On Monday November 24, prosecutor Robert McCulloch announced that a Missouri grand jury decided that there was no probable cause for criminal charges against Officer Wilson. This announcement came only a few days after a 12-year old Tamir Rice was shot and killed by a police officer in Cleveland, Ohio while playing with a toy gun, and Akai Gurley was shot and killed by a police officer as he was walking down a stairwell with his girlfriend. Both victims were also black. Neither one had confronted the police. Neither one was warned about the impending fatal shots.

I don't believe in original sin, in fact I believe the exact opposite. We are all born pure and good, perfect in the way that creation/creator formed us to be. We are born out of, and to continue, the forces of creation that drive existence. We are born with the capacity to know right from wrong, to choose love over hate. We are born with the innate ability to sense what is just and to detest what is evil. We begin not with flawed souls, but as perfect and beautiful beings with purpose and potential.

But we have all been born into a world that has been reshaped by those who have forgotten how they were created. We have all been born into a social order that does not live up to what it was meant to be. We have been born into a world that tricks us into thinking that wrong is right, that evil is just, that violence is peace, that hate is better than love. We have been born into a world that has been horrifically altered from its natural order, and now seeks to deny the purity and goodness of all. That seeks to tear us away from what is inherently our right and responsibility.

It is time to name and confront the lies at the foundation of this altered world order. We can no longer deny that the pain and suffering infiltrating our lives is not driven by forces of creation, but by forces of destruction. We can no longer let ourselves be tricked into believing that justice is the way of our current social systems and structures. The innocent lives that continue to be claimed without consequence prove that we are not there. But we can be. We were meant to be there, and we have the capacity to return.

It is time for us to remember our purpose and potential. It is time to remember who we are, and remember what this world is meant to be. It is time for us to look into the depths of our being and reclaim what we know is right, what we know is good. It is time for us to remember who we are and stop acting like the people a corrupted world order has told us to be. It is time for us to hear the voices crying out from that place of innate knowledge and love, and to let them redirect us to where we were created to be.

Unitarian abolitionist and womanist foremother Frances Ellen Watkins Harper once wrote “We are all bound up together in one great bundle of humanity, and society cannot trample on the weakest and feeblest of its members without receiving the curse in its own soul.”* Her words ring even truer today, as our society continues to find more subversive and deceitful ways to otherize and oppress. If we allow those forces to remain, our souls will remain cursed. But there is hope, and it is inherent to our very being. We did not come into this world with sin in our souls or hate in our hearts. But so long as we continue to let the world remain in its corrupted state, we let evil deny our true form. So long as we let violent lies take the place of truth, we will never return the world to its natural place of justice and peace. Let us find strength by remembering who we really are, and find courage in knowing that we can, and must, return this world to what is was meant to be.


*Title and quote both from Frances Ellen Watkins Harper's speech, "We Are All Bound Up Together." (1866)

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Binding Together

The following two-part sermon was delivered as part of the Unitarian Universalist Student Chapel held at Union Theological Seminary on November 12, 2014. The chapel name was "Binding Together," and included a choral version of Ysaye Barnwell's "Wanting Memories."

First Reading
A Litany of Restoration 
by Rev. Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley
"If, recognizing the interdependence of all life, we strive to build community, the strength we gather will be our salvation.
If you are black and I am white,
It will not matter.
If you are female and I am male,
It will not matter.
If you are older and I am younger,
It will not matter.
If you are progressive and I am conservative,
It will not matter.
If you are straight and I am gay,
It will not matter.
If you are Christian and I am Jewish,
It will not matter.
If we join spirits as brothers and sisters, the pain of our aloneness will be lessened, 
and that does matter.
In this spirit, we build community and move toward restoration."

First Sermon: Wanting Inclusivity

I really want to love this reading. It starts off so powerfully. Salvation is a community affair. It’s not “my salvation,” or “your salvation,” but “our salvation.” It is an active and universally inclusive process, driven by an understanding that our individual journeys are necessarily woven together, shape each other, and give us strength.

And the ending. “The pain of our aloneness will be lessened,” and we will “move toward restoration.” It’s recognizing the brokenness that exists in our world. It’s recognizing the suffering that can come from feeling abandoned or dehumanized by our society because of who we are, what we think, who we love. And it’s recognizing the possibility of healing.

But it’s not recognizing me. It’s not recognizing a lot of people.

This past summer, I served as a facilitator for the UUA’s Multicultural Leadership School. I was responsible for re-centering the group for one of its sessions, and on a whim, I decided that I would use this Litany of Restoration. I thought it was perfect for this group of youth and young adults of color to hear the words of one of their Unitarian Universalist predecessors. I wanted them to see that the work we were doing that weekend, the experiences we were sharing, they were all part of a tradition that included and celebrated them. And a part of me wanted to lift up the legacy of the litany’s author, Rev. Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley, a woman whose ministry transformed the anti-racism efforts of our denomination, and whose example so many of us strive to follow.

But as I started the reading, my heart began to sink. Not everyone in the room was black or white, not everybody there was female or male, gay or straight, Jewish or Christian. I looked around the room, and I realized that I was leaving more people out than I was inviting in. And the problem wasn’t the words. The problem was my decision to bring them out of their context and into a world that was so different from the one that Rev. Marjorie had written in. I had been so eager to lift up the struggles and beautiful memories of our past, that I ended up forgetting to see the beauty and struggles of the present. I wanted so badly to show the power of the work that had been done yesterday, that I failed to see who was in the room doing the work today. I was among young leaders whose stories were so often forgotten, who struggle virtually every day to have their voices heard through that barrier of the binary...and I ended up reinforcing it.

I want to love this reading, but seeing the world as it is today, I know that I also need to critique its present use. When we look to the successes of our past, we can find the strength and inspiration to continue the work of those who struggled before us. We can follow the spirit of their efforts, and take it on in new and more-informed ways. But when we rest in the successes of the past? What are we doing except nothing? When I don’t make an effort to move beyond what I already know, how is that any different from giving up? For the people who find themselves comfortable and unwilling to challenge today’s world, how is that any different from saying “I got what I need, sucks to be you.”?

So what do I do with this reading? How do I keep the memories alive without letting them be all that I see? How do we honor but challenge our outdated successes?

Second Reading
A Litany of Diversity 
by Michael Sallwasser
If the colors of our skin or the lands of our ancestors are different,
It need not divide us.
If the genders we claim are different,
It need not divide us.
If the stages in our lives are different,
It need not divide us.
If our means of achieving the common good are different,
It need not divide us.
If who we love and how we love are different,
It need not divide us.
If the spiritual paths we follow are different,
It need not divide us.
If our abilities to think and do are different,
It need not divide us.
If our resources are different,
It need not divide us.
If we join spirits and hearts,
Our differences will not divide us, but deeply bind us together.

Second Sermon: Needing Particularity

This Litany of Diversity may offer an answer to my litany of questions. Nearly twenty years after the Litany of Restoration was written, Michael Sallwasser and others committed to work that Rev. Marjorie had started read her words in a meeting, and experienced the same tension that I felt over the summer. And with her permission, they updated Marjorie’s words. They preserved the spirit of her efforts by doing exactly what she had done in her time - they took a critical look at their traditions. Like Marjorie had advised and modeled, they chose to "witness to and actively participate in the transformation of their faith community and society." They took to heart her distinction between liberal religion, which conforms to the world and rests in our past successes, and liberationist religion, which transforms the world and critiques what lies beneath our inherited practices. Like Marjorie, they refused to settle for something that they knew they had the ability and responsibility to evolve.

And the litany itself does move us past the inherited practice of binary thinking. It no longer limits the conversation to two voices, and it allows for the constant inclusion of new identities in communities. With this looser and open language, anybody and everybody is welcome to join spirits and hearts together. But is it too loose? Is it so focused on including anyone that it actually excludes everyone? Does it do such a good job of making sure that no voices have a monopoly on the conversation, that it actually further silences those that have yet to be heard? This litany, this version of open thinking, it lifts up that our differences need not divide us, but it neglects the importance of our particularities. It tries so hard to ensure that nobody is offended, that it chooses to remain in the safety of ambiguity, conforming to the warm and fuzzy resting place of liberal religion.

See, Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley also criticized the tendency for liberalism to view “freedom in the abstract,” and this litany unfortunately seems to do that. Her original words, as binary as they were, they recognized that for us to move forward in community, our differences must be explicitly named. In order for us to be the liberationist transformers of our world, we have to give weight to the specifics. We have to be grounded not in the abstract principles that sound good, but in concrete experiences that push us out of our comfort zone. The ability to ignore our particularities and their lived realities, it comes not from a place of wanting to find universal truths, but from the privilege of never having to consider that there are experiences in the world that are different from one’s own. Removing the specifics is no better than limiting them to two options, because it brings none of our stories to the table, and lets those who have set that abstract liberal agenda in the past keep it in its conforming place.

These litanies may be Unitarian Universalist readings, but they’re not the only example of these differences in thinking. Here at Union, we have the option to create a faculty position that comes to the table with a specific voice; we have the opportunity to recognize the particularities that come from a womanist perspective, and the liberationist transformation that this view brings. But something is keeping us from explicitly naming it as such. We are stuck in our liberal, abstract freedom, preferring the warm and fuzzy resting place of ambiguity over the difficult work of concrete liberation. Like the latter Litany of Diversity, our vague approach is so inclusive, that it is actually excluding the specific voices we need to hear. Our looser language is not living up to our responsibility to change our community and evolve.

With the spirit of these two litanies in mind, it is our responsibility to balance the desire for inclusivity with the need for particularity. It is our responsibility to keep the memories of our predecessors alive, to honor the spirit of their work, by being true to what we know about our world today. And that requires us to create that open and inclusive community by being specific and concrete with our liberationist goals. The communal process of salvation that Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley wrote about in her original litany invites us to be critical of tradition, but it does not mean that we must abandon it entirely. It means that our past successes help us to see that there is something better ahead. It means that the transformation we seek will come, but we must first be willing to name the particularities that will bind us together. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Punctuating Faith

“God is still speaking.” The United Church of Christ launched the “StillSpeaking” campaign in 2004 to help increase the relevance and welcoming capacity of religion. In presenting the idea that “God is still speaking,” the UCC reminded people that God, or the divine mystery that some call God, still speaks to us today, through people, nature, new understandings of holy texts, the arts, and more. The symbol for this campaign was the comma, indicating the continuation of something that already exists. Something that we were born into, but that is not yet finished. The comma reminds us that revelation is ongoing and evolving, which means that we can always learn something new – if we are willing to listen.

 “Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim.” “Insha’Allah.” “Alhamdulillah.” For many followers of Islam, these are another way of punctuating faith, of repeatedly inserting reminders of God into one’s daily life. The first is often said before eating or drinking. The second means “if God wills” or “God willing,” and is often said after one shares future plans. The third is a way to praise God at any moment, and is often used at times when we might say “thank goodness” or “thankfully.” With these phrases, Islam also punctuates life, but not with marks like the United Church of Christ; Islam punctuates life with gratitude. Gratitude for the gifts that we receive in our lives, for the forces that are so beyond our control that we cannot name or understand them, yet we know that they are there, sustaining our lives.

“Let us give reverent attention in our worship life and our educational work to serving the beauty and goodness of life…Let us make love the first—and not the last—resort.” In the face of the brokenness in the world, Unitarian Universalist minister Rev. Dr. Rebecca Parker reminds us to intentionally place love at the forefront of our faith. She reminds us that we too can punctuate. So how do you as a Unitarian Universalist understand the mystery that some call God, the divine, Love, the source, or creation? In what ways do you remember and honor its presence throughout your days? How do you punctuate your faith?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Freeing Truth

The following sermon was delivered on August 24, 2014 at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation Church of Delaware County in Media, PA.

Responsive Reading: “Prophets” by Clinton Lee Scott
Always it is easier to pay homage to prophets than to heed the direction of their vision.
It is easier blindly to venerate the saints than to learn the human quality of their sainthood.
It is easier to glorify the heroes of the race…
than to give weight to their examples.
To worship the wise is much easier than to profit by their wisdom.
Great leaders are honored, not by adulation, but by sharing their insights and values.
Grandchildren of those who stoned the prophet sometimes gather up the stones to build the prophet’s monument.
Always it is easier to pay homage to prophets than to heed the direction of their vision.

Sermon: Freeing Truth
What makes a prophet? Our responsive reading this morning speaks about how it is “easier to pay homage to prophets than to heed the direction of their vision.” But before we can even consider that point, there is a much more basic one that we need to address: How do we select the people that we think are worthy of our recognition? What have we decided makes a prophet?

I suggest that we start with a kind of resource that should be fairly explicit in their description of “prophets” - religious texts. Let’s look at one of the more obvious options, someone that I assume many of us probably know thanks to either our childhood religion classes or Charlton Heston: Moses. What was the first obvious sign that he was a prophet? I imagine that for many people, the answer to that question might be something like “the burning bush.” In the story, we know that at this bush Moses is singled out by God. He has an exchange with God who identifies him as the person chosen to free the Hebrew people from their experience of slavery. Moses repeatedly expresses doubt that he is the right person for the job, but God assures him over and over again that he will never be alone, and eventually Moses accepts his role as the one chosen to confront Pharaoh and lead the Hebrew people out of Egypt.

Okay. That helps give me some idea of what makes a prophet, but I think I need to do a little more research. How about another key example from religion, maybe the Prophet Muhammad? His story is perhaps a little less familiar to people in the United States, but for people who identify as Muslim, nearly a quarter of the world’s population, it is arguably basic knowledge. What was it that made him a prophet? According to the story of the first Qur’anic revelation, Muhammad was also chosen by God. The way the story goes, he was meditating in a cave and then all of a sudden felt a squeezing sensation, as though an invisible presence was holding him in a crushing embrace. It was in that moment that Muhammad was told by the angel Gabriel to “Read!” After Muhammad protested, saying that he could not do so, he suddenly was overcome with and spoke the words that became the first revelation of the Qur’an. After that encounter, Muhammad still did not think he was a prophet, in fact he thought he was losing his mind. But with the assurance of his wife Khadija he began his legacy as a prophet.

In both of these stories, there is this shared theme of being “chosen” for prophethood. More specifically, they seem to have been chosen by God. If we look at their stories from this angle, we could argue that Moses and Muhammad were singled out as leaders without really having a say in the matter. They were even a little reluctant. From this perspective, it is their being chosen that seems to be the most memorable evidence of their being prophets. But is that an accurate picture? Is that even true of all prophets?

Let’s try widening our stories a bit and see what happens. Before Moses encountered God in the burning bush outside of Egypt, he first lived inside Egypt. He was the son of a Hebrew woman, born during a time when the Pharaoh had commanded that all Hebrew boys be drowned in the river. In this part of the story, we meet three people who are often overlooked: Moses’ mother, his sister Miriam, and Pharaoh’s daughter. Their roles in the story seem inconsequential, two of them don’t even get names, but against this backdrop, their actions are nothing short of heroic. Risking her own life, Moses’ mother goes against the royal decree and conceals her son for three months. Eventually, she can no longer hide him and places him in a basket by a river. And you know what? My guess is she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew who would show up next. That’s probably why her daughter, Moses’ sister Miriam, watched from a distance to see what was happening to her baby brother. She was waiting to play her part in this brave plan. Before much time passes, the Pharaoh’s daughter comes to the river for her bath. She sees the basket, has it retrieved, and when she opens it, realizes what happened. The Pharaoh’s daughter knows about her father’s decree. But she also chooses to go against it. Aided by Miriam, she returns Moses to his mother to have him nursed, and eventually adopts him as her own son, so that he can grow up safely. What we end up with is two courageous women among the oppressed in a society who risked their lives for justice, and a woman who used her position of power to help them save an innocent life.

What about the story of Muhammad? Before he encountered the angel Gabriel in the cave, he was a merchant, married to the wealthy Khadija. She belonged to a powerful tribe known as the Quraysh, and it was actually she who proposed to Muhammad. That’s some modern-day gender-equality. Khadija did not have to attach herself to a poor merchant - she chose to make that relationship happen. And when Muhammad came down from the cave on that fateful night, she did not have to tell him that he had in fact encountered an angel. She chose to calm him down and believe in his story. When Muhammad began to publicly share messages about economic justice and monotheism that angered members of the wealthy and polytheistic Quraysh tribe that was Khadija’s own family, she did not have to support him. She chose to encourage his words rather than ask him to stay silent. When they were ostracized from society to the point that their lives were threatened, Khadija did not even have to stay with Muhammad. But she chose to do so. Like the women who saved the infant Moses, she too risked her life for something that she knew was right – without being told to do so. Moses’ mother, his sister Miriam, Pharaoh’s daughter, Khadija - none of them had a moment when they were explicitly “called” or “chosen.” But all four of them had moments when they made a choice.

Now I think I’m getting somewhere. If we look at the stories from this angle, we see choice once again enter the prophethood equation, but this time it is not by an external source. We could even argue that there wasn’t a “God” character in their stories! By widening these stories, we uncover other prophets - people who were not chosen to act, but who made a free and responsible choice to act. No divine being delivered instructions through a burning bush or an angel (wouldn’t that make our lives simpler?). They had to decide for themselves what was worth risking their lives to achieve. They were fierce, free-thinking women. And what their stories show us, the risks they took on, is that prophets are not the select few who are chosen among us. Prophets are the ones among us who make certain choices. Choices that few others realize that they too can act upon.

I recognize that the stories of Moses and Muhammad may be too far removed from our own experiences. They are only stories after all, and we don’t necessarily know whether any of what is described in them actually happened. So where else can we search for answers to the question about what makes a prophet? As it turns out our Unitarian Universalist tradition has something to offer. Among the six sources of our tradition, we claim to draw upon the “words and deeds of prophetic men and women which challenge us to confront powers and structures of evil with justice, compassion, and the transforming power of love.”

Great! We have a source that includes prophets. But it doesn’t mention choices. So what can we glean from this source in figuring out what makes a prophet? “Challenge.” Prophets are people whose words and deeds challenge us. They do not say or do things that are easy or free of any risk. They do not tell us to follow the normal or traditionally accepted course of action. In fact, they do just the opposite. In the words of Bernice Johnson Reagon, one of the founding members of the group “Sweet Honey in the Rock,” prophets “lay down the world as it is,” and pursue a new way of being, knowing full well that doing so comes with a price. This idea fits nicely with another obvious source we can turn to in helping to define what makes a prophet: the dictionary.

According to Merriam-Webster, a prophet in the religious sense is one who “utters divinely inspired revelations.” That sounds like our first story angle. But the next definition is a person “gifted with more than ordinary spiritual or moral insights.” Someone who sees beyond what others see, who “lays down the world as it is” because they have a different understanding of what is happening around them. And that’s not all. If we look at the Greek origins of the term, we see that it comes from the word prophetes, which means to “speak out,” “to declare,” or “to make known.” Prophets don’t just see things differently, they share what it is that they see.

Ok. I think I have it now. What makes a prophet? Prophets teach new truths that challenge our understanding of reality, even if that understanding is popular and loved. They are willing to speak what others might be afraid to admit, and combat forms of oppression that others still deny or even defend as the “law” or “justice.” And they do so in spite of the isolation, criticism, persecution, dehumanization, and even death that may follow. Like the women in our earlier stories, prophets are not necessarily chosen. Prophets exemplify the difficult choices we have to make. They demonstrate how we must live if we hope to “confront the powers and structures of evil with justice, compassion, and the transforming power of love.”

So if it is those difficult choices that make a prophet, what stories can we draw upon to challenge us? Who are the women and men who declared truths that were meant to transform our society? There are some obvious answers to that question. Martin Luther King and Gandhi quickly come to mind. Malala Yousafzai, a young education activist who survived an attempt on her life by religious extremists. Or Ida B. Wells, an anti-lynching advocate whose investigative journalism against Southern racism led to many threats on her life. In our UU tradition, we have prophets who led movements for the religious and social freedoms we now experience. Women like Margaret Fuller and Olympia Brown. People like Theodore Parker who risked his life to support abolition from the pulpit. Or Fannie Barrier Williams and Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, who fought for the expansion of civil rights to women and people of color. You might know of James Reeb, the UU minister who was killed in 1965 by white segregationists while he was marching in Selma for civil rights.

We can also look to Clarence Skinner, a Universalist minister who was criticized for his pacifism during World War One. In his book, The Social Implications of Universalism, he celebrates that the prophets of our past gained for us the freedoms that we enjoy today. He wrote: "The genius of Universalism is liberty. Its fathers dared to challenge the olden tyrannies of ecclesiastical authority, & interpret life in larger, more triumphant terms.” But that daring, he acknowledges, comes with a cost: “Its prophets were stoned in the streets for their daring,” and “ostracized by their contemporary complacent fellow religionists.” Ultimately, he says, it was their willingness to fight the “battles of religious and civil freedom” that granted for us the “unchallenged right … to interpret the fundamentals of religion according to his conscience.”

But Skinner also writes to challenge us. “The fight for freedom is never won. Inherited liberty is not liberty but tradition.” The liberties that those before us fought to achieve? They are already outdated concepts. The “freedoms” we were born into do not include everybody, in fact some still exclude and even intentionally harm. Look at our alleged criminal justice system, which is little more than a collection of practices designed to dehumanize and imprison black and brown men and women. Here in Pennsylvania the state’s budget practices and the growing “school-to-prison pipeline” show that criminal justice has become a for-profit endeavor, often at the expense of our children’s education. Or voting laws that claim to fight voter fraud, but in actuality, seek to silence the voices of minority, low-income, immigrant, and even young adult voters.

Skinner’s words, nearly a century old, capture a challenging truth that we must engage if we are to live prophetically. He writes, “each generation must win for itself the right to emancipate itself from its own tyrannies, which are ever unprecedented and peculiar.” What we know as freedom actually contains new forms of tyranny, new masked oppressions and structural injustices that we have to find the courage to name and tear down. Just like the prophets that have come before us, who made the difficult choice to risk their comfort and safety in pursuit of a new way of being, we must now choose whether we will live prophetically or passively. We have the option to “glorify the heroes” of our human race by simply remembering them, or to “give weight to their examples” by making new and difficult choices of our own. If the prophets of our past were alive today, what choices do you think they would face? If we want to “win an ever larger and more important liberty,” what decisions must we now make?

“In times of moral crisis, moderation is a cop-out.” Irshad Manji, the author of Allah, Liberty, and Love, wrote those words, because she believes that we can do better. She believes we have to do better. And after the events of this summer, her words fuel the growing fire in my spirit. We have been sinking deeper and deeper into a horrifying moral crisis, thanks to the overt operation of sinister forces. But it is now time that we stop hiding from a truth that stares us in the face and continues to violently claim lives. It is a truth that some of us already know well, perhaps on a painfully personal level. It is a truth that the events this summer, particularly in Ferguson, Missouri reflect as the symbolic and microcosm examples of a larger social epidemic.

The truth is, racism is a deeply embedded and rampantly active force in our society. Three weeks ago, Michael Brown became another young man murdered simply because of the color of his skin. As though his life being violently taken away from his was not enough, the follow-up since has been horrifying. There have been irrelevant and misleading stories circulated about his activities prior to the shooting, in an effort to blame the victim for his own death. There have been moves by officials to cover up and then justify the brutal way in which he was killed. These deliberately misleading efforts continue because there is a simple and undeniable truth: Michael Brown did not deserve to die. His last words, with his hands up in the air were “I don’t have a gun, stop shooting.” But that did not matter. Darren Wilson had already made up his mind about how their exchange was going to end. Our society taught him that he could get away with it. Our society, with its Jim Crow-based mass incarceration system, its pop culture portrayals of racial minorities as criminals, and its biased reporting against black victims of violence as compared to white perpetrators, had taught Darren Wilson that black men had less of a right to live. Even before the two crossed paths, Michael Brown’s life was in danger simply because he was a young black man living in a racially-hierarchical America.

The angering reality is that Michael Brown is not the only example of this life-destroying truth that has occurred in recent weeks. Just a few days before Michael was killed, John Crawford, a black, 22-year-old man, was also shot and killed in an Ohio Walmart when officers thought that a BB-gun he had purchased that day at that same Walmart was a real gun. His last words? “It’s not real.” John Crawford is dead because he bought a BB gun. Yet somehow, white “open-carry” activists are able to walk around family establishments like Target and Chipotle with real rifles strapped to their backs and nobody shoots to kill them. Before John Crawford, we saw video of Eric Garner being choked to death in broad daylight by police officers using a banned chokehold to subdue him, ignoring his cries of “I can’t breathe.” And these are just some of the stories that we have caught on camera. What happens when nobody is watching?

The truth is that there is a disturbing and sinister force at play here, and it is time that those of us with the power to say something make our voices heard and our presence known. We must speak up. The individuals who have organized in Ferguson during these last three weeks in response to these deaths have highlighted just how far our society will go to deny the violent reality of systemic racism. People have been threatened, arrested, tear-gassed, shot, and dehumanized by a militarized police force who claim to be keeping the peace. But how can there be peace when there is no justice for the lives of these murdered men? How can there be peace when the first instinct is to try to blame them for their deaths, to find some way to claim that they were the threat, and not the other way around? It may seem too awful to be true, but for the people whose lives are at risk the minute they walk out the door, it is indeed a reality. In the words of James Baldwin, “we have to look grim facts in the face because if we don’t, we can never hope to change them.”

This is the choice that faces us today. As other voices continue to deny that Michael Brown, John Crawford, Eric Garner’s or hundreds of other deaths this year had anything to do with the color of their skin, we now have the choice to be prophets. To name the difficult truth that racism has found new and more pervasive ways of operating in our world – that the law treats black and brown lives as having less value than white lives. We have a choice to live out the values that we proclaim to uphold, by challenging the common narratives that serve to vilify and dehumanize people of color, whether they relate to criminal justice, immigration, education, or terrorism. Doing so involves great risk, not the least of which is acknowledging that we have all been party to institutional oppression. But we cannot let those risks stop us from responding to Clarence Skinner’s challenge. Because those risks come with an amazing and essential payoff: justice. And because we know can do better. We know that it is in our nature to love and create, not hate and destroy. We know in our minds and in our hearts that to let injustice stand, when we have the choice to confront the truths sustaining its presence, is an act that violates our innate sense of compassion. We know that real change is possible when there is the daring willingness to sacrifice the false safety of the masking lies that we have believed about our world and its social and political structures. If we are to live into the values of equality, justice, compassion, dignity, and love that are essential to our Unitarian Universalist tradition and inherent to all humankind, we must be willing to recognize this difficult truth. If we are to succeed in our efforts to defeat structures of evil, we must be willing to engage a new understanding of the ways in which racism remains present today. We must be willing to name the forces that we have allowed to unconsciously control our lives and our social practices. And we must be willing to show the world that a new way of being is possible.

The necessity to pursue this task is as clear as our fourth principle – the free and responsible search for truth and meaning. This principle is often interpreted as supporting one’s individual search, but today I ask you to remember that this is not all it includes. The free and responsible search for truth and meaning cannot just serve us as individuals – it must move us as engaged and prophetic members of society. We cannot afford to ignore that this principle also means asking difficult questions about ourselves and our world. It cannot be a responsible search for truth if we decide that some questions are too scary to ask, some problems are too big to solve, or some histories are too long to explore. And it is not a responsible search for meaning if we deny that there are explanations beyond those that are easy to defend. Because to uncover these truths is not enough- we must also be willing to risk sharing and defending them. In response to the events in Ferguson, one woman who self-identifies as white wrote about her grappling with this process as she raises her two blue-eyed, blonde-haired sons. She realized that she must teach them about the racism present in society, and the privileges that come with simply having their white skin. She realizes that she has to teach them about this truth, because to ignore it means she risks letting them turn into the people on the other side of the gun, the ones pulling the trigger.

There is one more element that helps make a prophet. We know from our stories, UU sources, and dictionary definition, that prophets make the difficult decision to proclaim challenging truths. And they do so because, as other definitions suggest, they can predict the future. They prophesy about what is to come. And their words are grounded not just in outrage but, more importantly, in hope. Prophets speak difficult truths because they have a vision for something better to come. They have hope for a more just and peaceful world. They call attention to the tyrannies of our world because they know that we can do better. And they see that change, however tremendous and difficult it may be, is the only way to reach that beautiful future. It is what moved Moses and Muhammad, Miriam and Khadija. It is what sustained Martin Luther King and Ida B. Wells. It is what Irshad Manji knows when she writes “All of us are chosen; a few of us recognize our choices and act on them.” The prophets that have come before us made the choice to speak and act upon difficult truths. They made the choice because they hoped, they knew, that there was something better to come if they took that risk. And now, it is our turn.

I have just one more story about prophets for you. Last spring, I had the honor of teaching a group of youth the story of the Prophet Muhammad. In some versions of the story, it is said that he was destined to be a prophet because he had a mark on his body - the mark of a prophet. One of the students in the class, Ellen, asked me a reasonable question: “What did it look like?” I told her that I didn’t know, in fact none of the stories told us what it looked like. And then I asked her, “What would be your mark?”  She thought for a moment, and then said “A circle.” “That’s interesting,” I responded. Why a circle?” She looked at me and said, “Because it is finished but never ends.” She’s nine.

Racism should not be the pervasive and destructive force that it is in our world today. But until we are willing to acknowledge its presence as deeply embedded in our institutions and social norms, we will never see an end to its violent effects. Unless we speak the truth – that there are actions that we can no longer tolerate because we know we can do better – discrimination and injustice will always claim innocent lives. Those who came before us dared to challenge the tyrannies of their time, knowing that their actions carried a price. In the words of Clarence Skinner, “Let us meet the issues of our time with intellectual frankness and with moral courage. Let us recognize the challenging facts of our day, and answer them with truth and with reason.” The prophethood of Moses, Muhammad, Miriam, and Khadija may be finished, but the need for prophets never ends. The power to confront evil and injustice with love, compassion, and a universally-liberating truth is one we all can possess. Let us learn to live prophetically, remembering that it does not matter if we are chosen – it matters that we recognize that we have the choice to see and build a greater freedom.

Benediction
We stand in this space today as holders of two truths: the violent reality of racism and the beautiful reality of our innate potential to be better. We now face a choice that others before us encountered: to make known the truths we hold and move towards a greater future, or to remain silent and allow injustice to prevail. As we leave this space today, let us remember that it does not matter if we are chosen, it matters that we have the choice to be prophets.