September – From the Minister

Most of us have come to this place, and to Unitarian Universalism, from some other point of origin. Children may be rooted from their birth here, but we adults come stomping the dirt from our travelling shoes. We fling ourselves down and say we’re so glad to be at home at last, even though it is a brand new place for us. It is not the house we grew up in. Nor do we enter empty-handed.

Each of us comes carrying a cup, a plate, a prayer, a hole in their pocket or their heart where their riches used to be; some come with abundance to share. Our memories come in with us. We come with all sorts of baggage, some of which can be checked at the door now, and some we’ve carried for so long it’s embodied now, incarnate, for better or for worse. Under one roof, under one sky, we bring in all our stuff and set up housekeeping, mindful (or maybe not) that the house is already amply furnished with a long tradition of its own.

We’re glad to know others and be known, to begin to trust both what is said and what will not be said (namely judgment) ; to begin to lean toward what’s required (mutual support, personal integrity, respect) and to trust that some things (conformity of thought or faith, for example, or unremitting shame) will never be required.

This is a religious way in which to be “at home” means your spirit feels absolutely free to wander and to wonder, to roam around and maybe in the end land right back where it started, with those same essential questions that you held when you were small, in synagogue or Sunday School, or in the quiet woods: Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?

To be at home in this Unitarian Universalist house means that you feel free to wander widely, and return with gratitude, over and over and at least once a week, to a safe hearth built of love and joyful service.

Welcome back, friends.
Welcome home.