From the Ministers

Summer 2017 – From the Minister

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How do you tell your story, the history of yourself, and your people, your family and country, your sense of place and your own dirt—your land, your home, this common ground—and how do you tell it in relation to all the other stories, the story of the person next to you right here, and the story of the stars, invisible, right above your head (and also below you and around you, infinite in all directions), and the story of the soil beneath the concrete floor that holds the bones and dreams of ancestors whom we choose to call family, or not. The way you enter your story, locate your plot, the way that you write history, is the way you do religion. What matters here? What’s true? Where’s the thread of meaning? How do the threads connect? Religion is the practice of doing this together, mingling the small streams of our little private stories in a greater, flowing confluence —finding our place in the family of things.

These words come from the first sermon of this past church year, way back in September, but I think of these things in the spring as well, when at the Annual Meeting we close the chapter of one year together, and open the chapter of the next. And I am filled with gratitude, for the lives of beloved members who have died this year, who made this house holy by their presence: Randy Castle, John Weaver, Dean Honetschlager, Ann Berry, Lowell Hanson, Channing Donahower, Marlys Oliver, Charles Grady, Donna Jorgensen.

And I have gratitude as well, beyond measure, for all of you remaining, children and adults, who grace this house with laughter and hard work; with music, art, and wisdom; preparing budgets, coffee, classes, as if our lives depended on these things— because they do. In this hard year especially, with our country shaken to its core, the church is ever more a beacon of light and love and truth and hope. Our lives are anchored here.

With sadness now, and pride, we say farewell to Luke and Jenna Stevens-Royer, as Luke answers the call to our Rochester congregation—and again, I’m filled with gratitude for his ministry and friendship. Looking forward, our hope is to hire an interim Assistant Minister to be here for one year as we gather a Search Committee and clarify our intention for a permanent position.

And in the meantime, thanks to your incredible and practical generosity, our building is in a state of cheerful, crazy chaos, as ceilings, floors and offices are ripped apart to make way for the new HVAC system, which will warm us and cool us more reliably and efficiently for years to come. Watch your step this summer—and be proud of this accomplishment! If you’re in the building on a weekday, speak a word of thanks to Anna Gehres, Steve Bolton, and John Macke, who are managing the project.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. And give thanks.

-Rev. Victoria Safford

May – From the Minister

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If you could see the journey whole, you might never undertake it,
might never dare the first step that propels you
from the place you have known to the place you know not.
Call it one of the mercies of the road:
that we see it only by stages as it opens before us,
as it comes into our keeping, step by single step.
- Jan Richardson

Our 3 (and 1⁄2!) year old, Louisa, says, “You can have two feelings at one time, Papa. ” It is true. The state of my heart these days has been a mix of grief, love, appreciation, hope—curiosity for the future, gratitude for what has been.

As I begin to say goodbye to this church, and move toward beginning a new ministry at the First UU Church in Rochester, MN, I will bring you with me. I will carry in my heart the good work we’ve done together, the hard and holy conversations, the joyful laughter and the struggle to find hope in a broken, and yet so beautiful, world.

Part of carrying you in my heart is an honoring of this transition. I won’t be journeying alongside you anymore. We know, from sound principle and practice, it is important for me to have a clear separation from ministry among you. It is important for me, for this church, and for the church I will serve next. It is important for you to gain trust and build a relationship with new ministry staff here, and it is important for me to focus my attention on serving a new community.

While it can be hard in many ways to move away from ministerial and social connection (rites of passage, social media, email and phone calls), we know that is a healthy way for former bonds to clearly loosen, so that new bonds can more easily weave together.

In these last weeks leading to my final Sunday on June 11th, I look forward to sharing gratitude for how you have held and supported our growing family; how you have held and support my ministry; and I will hold you in my heart, in prayer, and in hope, for the unfolding journeys before us.

In faith and gratitude, Luke

From Victoria

With gratitude and sadness, and also with great joy for Luke and his family, we will say farewell in June. As members and friends of the congregation which ordained him, you should be deeply proud of your influence and imprint upon his ministry. Luke will carry with him forever a part of White Bear UU Church.

Looking ahead, the year before us will be rich and full. I’m working with the Board of Directors to discern next steps for ministry staffing, deciding in the next few weeks whether and when to fill our open Membership position and/ or to gather a search committee to seek a new Assistant Minister. That process takes about a year. This is a vibrant congregation, clear in its intent to build beloved community and serve the world in love. I have no doubt that strong candidates—for ministry or for the lay membership position—can be attracted here.

The annual pledge campaign has been heartening, with many new contributions and generous gifts from longtime donors; however, many pledges are still outstanding, and this complicates the planning for next year. I’ll be here through the summer grateful for your questions, your wisdom and your shared dreams as together we go forward.

April – From the Minister

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From the outside looking in, the religious life seems otherworldly and impractical, concerned with “what once was” or “what will be, ” and Paradise lost either in a fairy-tale garden to which we’ll never return, or gated in Heaven, which we’ll never attain. These are stereotypes of a shallow piety, yet even here I’ll sometimes speak about the necessity of “bifocal vision, ” and our call, as religious liberals, to dwell at once in two places: both in the world as it is—desecrated and despoiled— and as it yet can be: fair and just, beautiful and green, the hardearned and well-served home of a beloved global community of wise, compassionate people. We live, always, in both “the now and the not-yet, ” with our feet planted in the land of “what is” and our hearts in the land of “what could/should/shall be. ” That is the religious life, that practice of radical analysis and radical faithfulness, that practice of radical hope, whether orthodox or Unitarian Universalist.

This month’s theme challenges us to dwell in just one place at once, to look no further than the here-and-now for beauty, truth, and love, to find precisely amid the rubble and the heartbreak of our lives, and in the broken world, whatever hope and holiness we need. Immanence refers to that which is hidden in plain sight, the sadness and the loveliness of the ordinary world, our ordinary lives, and the extraordinary love and courage of which each of us is made. At this time of year, old stories of the season, religious stories, remind us more than ever: the Exodus from despair to liberation begins exactly now; the Resurrection of the weary spirit is a choice, not an event; and lo! – the earth awakes again, even in mud season, right before our eyes. To notice and say yes is an act of blessing; it is holy, revolutionary work. It is the most ordinary magic.

-Rev. Victoria Safford

March – From the Minister

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Our lives are frittered away by detail; simplify, simplify, simplify!

These words from Henry David Thoreau, transcendentalist, naturalist, writer, and Unitarian, are as much a challenge today as they were in the mid 1800s when he wrote them.

The call to simplicity, by its very nature, seems like it should be, well, simple. Wouldn’t it be nice, to sift through the complex matrix of our lives, appointments, tasks, agendas, responsibilities; to break out of the tangled thicket of a life, a world, complicated by frenetic news feeds and incomprehensible conflicts. Wouldn’t it be nice, to have not just a less cluttered life, but a more intentional, focused, and simplified version of who we are and who we are called to be.

The Quaker tradition has a historic practice of simplicity. Part of that tradition comes out of a type of living that rejected the modern world and the constant wheels of industrial and societal progress—a humble style of resistance to what seemed, from a spiritual perspective, to be a world trampling values of generosity and community for the vices of greed and individualism.

There is also a thread within the Quaker tradition that was less focused on rejecting the modernization of the world, and more focused on how to live in a way that was congruent, intentional, aligned with one’s values and hopes for a more just and equitable world. It wasn’t a simplicity that was only about living calmly and quietly, but a simplicity that focused one’s time, energy, resources on a life that, for that person or community, was worth living.

Quaker Christin Snyder expressed this by writing,
Simplicity is not so much about what we own, but about what owns us. If we need lots of possessions to maintain our self-esteem and create our self-image and to look good to our neighbors, then we have forgotten or neglected that which is real and inward. If our time, money, and energy are consumed in selecting, acquiring, maintaining, cleaning, moving, improving… our possessions, then there is little time, money, and energy left for our other pursuits such as the work we do to further the Community of God.

Simplicity is a way of living by heart. Heart is a word that relates to cordo and creed – pointing to what is at the core of a person.

To live simply, to live by heart, is as diverse as there are people. What is simple and a way of the heart to one might be quite hard and stressful to another. A simple life might mean leaning into the invitation of finding where your gifts and your passions and a need in the world find some common ground. Within that simple life, there may be many complex processes, techniques, approaches, and details – but to live by heart is to give as much of one’s energy, skill, and resources, to the creating of beauty and hope in the world in the best way you know how.

While carving out the time, and simplifying a life might be a little complex at times, any move toward focusing the intention and attention of the heart to what you feel called to do might be healing and life-giving.

Putting color on canvas, lifting notes off a page, firing up the skillet, fixing an engine, or wiping a nose—whatever it is—if it heals your heart, if it grows your soul, if it serves the world, in ways noticed and unnoticed, then lean away from the distracted life toward something you give your heart to. When you give your heart to something, or many things, if you lean more and more into your values and hopes for your own life and the life of the world, then perhaps no matter how complex and draining and hard it seems at times – the act of choosing it, whatever it is, again and again, may feel quite simple.

-Rev. Luke Stevens-Royer

February – From the Minister

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A staunch humanist minister, while serving a historic humanist congregation, had a steel plaque hanging in her office that read: poetry is prayer.

She had a lyrical heart, and mind, and spirit—recalling and reciting prayer and prose, favorite writings and readings by memory and by heart. It is as if the words that point to meaning and depth and intention and hope and love found their way into her mind and settled into her heart as a guide, an inner poet—and she held it like a prayer.

Prayer isn’t a word to fear. We tend to get lost in the questions of who prayer is addressed to, or what good will it do. I find it helpful to think of prayer as a verb—something active, a practice—like mindfulness and meditation. Then, it doesn’t need to be addressed to anyone, necessarily, but rather it can be a time for breath, centering—a posture of reverence and humility to the mystery of life, and a moment of intention toward growing more compassion and strength and courage in the rest of one’s life.

It’s like a phrase I recall from my grandfather, a Lutheran minister: When you pray, move your feet. For him, prayer was about centering your heart in the values and teachings of scripture, and then enacting those values in the world through service—to love thy neighbor.

Prayer can take many forms—as Muslim mystic Rumi said, There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground. From walking meditation, to music, to old forms of “Lectio Divina” where one reads a piece of scripture or poetry over and over to find more layers of meaning. Prayer can be about expressing gratitude before a meal or during a commute or at day’s end—alone, or with others. It can be about grounding and bracing oneself for a task ahead, or about setting your intention, your heart, toward holding someone who is struggling—which grows your compassion and, if shared, can be a source of strength and support for your loved one.

Sometimes, prayer needs old words that you know by heart that connect you across generations and speak of ancient truth.

Sometimes, prayer needs new words that you find in the moment with fresh metaphor that use the vernacular of the now.

Sometimes, prayer needs lyric and harmony, to lift our spirits and blend our breath.

Sometimes, prayer needs sighs and silence too deep for words.

And sometimes, when the words and forms and philosophisizing get in our way, we would do well to remember the words of Meister Eckhart: If the only prayer you said was “thank you, ” that would be enough.

-Rev. Luke Stevens-Royer

January – From the Minister

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“I’ve been a Christian all my life,” said one man, who said he was a Baptist, “but if my church can’t say yes to this, I’m not sure what my church is for.” One woman, a Roman Catholic, stood to say, “The Church can’t exist just to give me the sacrament once a week and make me feel good about myself.” Three people at our table, all members of a synagogue in the western suburbs, nodded their assent.

We were at the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in St. Paul, a small group from WBUUC on an icy, late November night. We joined 200 others from many congregations, at a quickly convened meeting, to which organizers had hoped 30 might show up. Alarmed by pre-election rhetoric now frighteningly real, interfaith leaders, clergy and lay, came out to say no to threats of massive deportations in a new Administration. In the midst of holiday planning and terrible weather, we came to say no to racism and fear. We came to say yes to neighbors, friends, students, colleagues, the undocumented people we know and the many we don’t; we came to say yes to our principles, as Americans and (in our case) as Unitarian Universalists. Organizers asked if our congregations would consider offering sanctuary (housing and support) to undocumented people who might be faced with deportation. One by one, clergy and laity in that church basement said yes.

More members have attended more meetings, and your Board (along with lead staff) has signaled its unanimous support. “How could we say no, and still be true to our UU Principles?” asked one member of the Board. Questions abound: Will anyone be assigned to us? How long will they stay? What country will they be from, and what religion? Could there be a backlash from our local community? What are the legal implications, and what might be the costs?

We are learning as we go, but it’s clear that this must be, at least in part, a leap of faith: a brave and principled religious response to an unprecedented threat of oppression and exclusion. Already, I’m amazed at members and friends who have stepped up to help, and at others from beyond our own walls.

The choice to help with Sanctuary is both a personal decision, and a congregational decision. The timing last month was urgent as this work began, and while we went forward with a clear public statement, that can yet be amended. Over the next few weeks the Board will host a number of open meetings to hear your questions, responses, concerns and ideas. Please attend, and speak with me, with Luke, or with Laurie Kigner, congregational President, if you have questions that can’t wait or if you’d like to help.

Questions abound, but some things are very clear: All people are beloved and all have dignity and worth, including those caught within and imperiled by a broken immigration system. Our congregation stands in a long tradition of radical hospitality. From the underground railroad to the founding of our UU Service Committee during the Holocaust, we have welcomed the stranger, sheltered the refugee, offered safe home, and resisted racism, fear and exclusion. That’s what our church is about—and our theme this month, salvation, the practice of healing, couldn’t be more fitting. In our tradition, we are saved by love.

We’ll hold congregational conversations on these January dates:
Sunday, Jan. 8 at 7pm
Wednesday, Jan. 11 at 7:30pm
Sunday, Jan. 15 at 12:30pm
Wednesday, Jan. 18 at 7:30pm
Sunday, Jan. 22 at 12:30pm
Wednesday, Jan. 25 at 7:30pm
Sunday, Jan. 29 at 12:30pm

-Rev. Victoria Safford

December – From the Minister

Posted by on Dec 1, 2016 in Spirituality | 0 comments

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
-W.H. Auden
September 1, 1939

The snow came just in time this year, just before Thanksgiving, to blanket our beleaguered world in quiet beauty for a time, softening the harsh, excruciating edges of November’s desperate news. It’s only weather- and in the midst of climate change, we can’t let ourselves be fooled by the cold loveliness snow.

But yet we welcome it, this snow, and in the turning of the season remember once again that still the Great Wheel turns, and some things, thankfully, are out of our clumsy control. The quiet darkness deepens now, and winter stars shine down, a gentle, ancient, and ferocious light.

Old stories and songs of tyrants and kings, and a baby born in poverty, undocumented and in peril, remind us that the work of hope is ancient indeed, and ours is not the first generation on this earth to wonder as we wander out under the sky. “Fear not, ” said the angel, speaking to shepherds but also to us. What peace we hope to know, this year or any other, will be borne of light- the light of truth, the light of love, light that shines from one soul to another, one candle to another, one promise of justice and mercy and hope to another, in dark and dangerous times.

The darkness deepens now, but even as winter officially begins, you know the light is already returning. Shine on, friends. Hope on, and rekindle your resolve in this warm and welcome house. Ours is no caravan of despair, and together we shine a mighty bright light.

-Rev. Victoria Safford

November – From the Minister

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The tools of the trade in Worship, for what we do on a Sunday morning and what communities of faith all around the world over centuries have done before us, are ancient and yet modernly powerful tools: silence, scripture, spoken word, music, presence. In an increasingly fragmented world, filled with immediate information any time we want it, schedules and task lists too overwhelming to even begin— our Sunday mornings together have a seemingly foolish and unproductive message—sit. breathe. be. reflect. notice.

To hold the things that matter most, which is the root of the word Worship (from woerthscippe, to consider things of worth) — it takes intention and a dual purpose. The first is to celebrate and name our lives and this world as sacred, where the ordinary is sanctified. The second is to be counter balance to messages which cause shame, despondency, or hubris.

Annie Dillard, writing about Sunday morning worship, writes: It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may draw us to where we can never return.

What we do on Sunday morning is an act, a communal experience, where we are set smack dab in the middle of the largest questions life has to offer. We come face to face, heart to heart, soul to soul with justice, compassion, love, life, death, hope, resilience, meaning, purpose, sorrow, joy. You need a crash helmet, sometimes, to be woken up to a world that is filled with the potential of more justice and compassion, and a life preserver to stay afloat in the sea of clarifying truths that can surprise us at any moment.

Worship need not have a direct object to bow to. It can be an intransitive verb, like play, meaning it can have a direct object like play the flute, or, it can be a state of being: playing, like children do. One can worship something or someone or someplace, or someone can be in the state of worship—leaning in reverence toward something larger than ourselves, rapt in wonder and awe at the beauty and mystery of life and love and hope. Lean in, with reverence, to what matters, with good companions, and it will surely take you to where you may never return.

–Rev. Luke Stevens-Royer

October – From the Minister

Posted by on Oct 1, 2016 in Spirituality, Uncategorized | 0 comments

The THEMES we choose each month for Sunday services (carried into discussion groups and classes) seek to reclaim a powerful spiritual vocabulary from the dusty dungeons of outworn theologies. Some strong old words still carry useful power, even if we’ve left behind the religions where first we learned them. To me, COVENANT is such a word.

Someone (one of you, a member here) said to me not long ago, “Covenant is a promise I keep to myself, about the kind of person I want to be, the kind of life I mean to lead, together with all kinds of other people, and with all other living things.” When we welcome babies in our church, when we welcome new members into the community, when we celebrate the love of beaming couples, when we ordain new ministers, when we gather round a family we may not even know, serving food and coffee at a memorial service for somebody they’ve loved and lost—we speak not in the binding language of contract, but in the life-sustaining fluency of covenant, from co-venir, to travel together. We will travel with you, child; we will go together with you, friend; we will companion one another toward the lives we mean to lead, toward the world we mean to have a hand in shaping: the world of compassion, equity, freedom, joy and gratitude. Covenant is the work of intimate justice.

In this congregation, we keep our covenants by finding ways to grow our souls and serve the world, in love. Here is one I’m thinking of as October opens: SOULWORK FOR RACIAL JUSTICE Hosted by our Ministers and Racial Justice Task Force, a monthly open conversation will be held at two different times, so anyone can come: the 4th Sunday each month 12:30-2:30pm, and the 2nd Wednesdays 6:30pm. We’ll look at breaking news events, old history, Black Lives Matter, white supremacy and privilege, and more through a UU lens. This fall, our point of departure will be a new book published by the Minnesota History Center: A GOOD TIME FOR THE TRUTH: Race in Minnesota— essays that challenge, discomfort, disorient, galvanize, and inspire. Pick up a copy in the Social Hall.

September – From the Minister

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Gathered here in the mystery of the hour, gathered here in one strong body

Gathered here in the struggle and the power—Spirit, draw near.

This has been a summer of great struggle, in our country, in our world, from the massacre at the Pulse night club in June to the killing of Philando Castile in July, and so many beautiful others, in Dallas, in Milwaukee and elsewhere, to the human catastrophes in Syria and Palestine to the seemingly more distant catastrophe of climate change—a summer of sorrows and struggle.

We come to church to hold all this, which is hard when the summer theme is “JOY” and September’s theme is “HOPE”— themes either wildly out of sync with grim reality, or… precisely powerful enough, radical enough, to gather weary spirits and restore discouraged souls. I think of the young members of our congregation who, with candles in their hands and tremors in their voices, spoke in vigils here this summer, with fierce and angry passion, their insistence that black lives matter, and that those lost in Orlando—mostly gay, lesbian, trans, queer, mostly Latinx and mostly young—will be remembered for their dancing, their resistance, and their joy. I think of church-wide task groups organized this summer, on gun violence, immigrant rights, racial justice, and closer to home, on pastoral care, bringing meals, music, prayers, and simple presence to other members in real need. I think with gratitude, through tears, of those who died this summer—Randy Castle and John Weaver—and the loving hands that hold their families. I look with wonder at babies dedicated, children growing like milkweed in the sun, weddings consecrated, kids off to college and the world … and I remember history begins right now.

We come to church to conjure joy and spin threads of durable hope out of nothing but love and lived faith. Gathered here every Sunday in the mystery of the hour, gathered in the struggle and the power, we sing, “Spirit, draw near,” and it does. Welcome back. Welcome home. We begin again on Sunday, September 11 at 9 & 11am—gathered here in one, strong body.

Sunday, September 11 at 9 & 11 am
Bring a small amount of water from your summer travels or your kitchen faucet as we celebrate the sacred sources of our lives. Music from the choir; Luke and Victoria speaking.

Sunday, October 2 at 4:30pm
All animals are welcome!
On this Sunday close to the Feast of St. Francis, creatures great and small are welcome as we celebrate the lives we share with non-human companions. Watch the Weekly News and Facebook for details. If you’d like to take part as a reader or wrangler, and help set up/clean up the potluck supper, contact Victoria Safford (; 651.426.2369 x101)

Sundays, Oct. 23-Dec. 11; 1-2:30pm
The most universal human experience we share is the death of a loved one. We will explore the often bewildering process of grief with readings, poetry, and sharing the personal experience of loss. Our hope is that ‘a grief shared will be a grief diminished.’ Even if you’ve been part of this group in the past, we welcome you to come again, as your journey of healing continues. Facilitators: Jo Ford, MSE and Sheryl Niebuhr, PhD. To register or for more information, contact Victoria Safford (; 651.426.2369 x 101).