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9.11.16 Homily “Gathered Here” 1
Journeying Together
Some of you may have noticed a subtle change in the title of this morning’s
sermon from what was announced in a previous Weekly Bits to what is on
the order of service today. Originally, I took the first part of today’s title
from a book written by Unitarian Universalist author Conrad Wright: Walking
Together.
And then, last Sunday, as Aidan and I were driving home and talking about
covenant and inclusion, he said, “Then don’t say ‘walking’.” I have to admit, I
swore in my car at that moment—not because of his reply, but because it
was a reminder I wished I hadn’t needed. You see, all this summer, I’ve been
working on the latest challenge for me in inclusive language: removing
ableist language from my vocabulary. Some of you may know what I mean
by that; please bear with me while I give a brief explanation for those who
do not.
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Ableist language is language that presumes that a particular kind of body,
with particular abilities, is the norm or the ideal—language that we use
often, especially when we are talking about social justice work: language
about walking together, standing on the side of love, taking one more step,
marching towards justice, and so on. Nothing is inherently wrong with these
words in and of themselves, but when all of our metaphors are about bodies
that work in a particular way, we are putting a barrier up that tells people
with differently-abled bodies that they are not part of what we envision
ourselves to be. This excludes people as surely as our building would if it
had no wheelchair-accessible ramp and no elevator.
Although awareness of ableism is new to many of us, the idea that language
can either include or exclude people is not. Let me illustrate with a story I
told the Social Justice Committee in our meeting after worship last Sunday.
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On the first Sunday that my family ever attended a Unitarian Universalist
church in the early 1980s, my parents were discussing it in the car on the
way home, and my mom said how pleased she was with the inclusive
language. My dad asked what she meant, and she said, “the minister said
‘men and women’ instead of just men.” My dad replied, “Well, everyone
knows that when “men” is used that way, it includes women.” Mom said,
“How would you feel if we always said ‘women’ and you would have to just
understand that it included you, as a man?” Once she asked that, he
immediately understood, and he went on to challenge sexist language in his
military workplace.
In 2016, we almost never hear “men” used to mean “all people.” Our
Unitarian forebears talked about the Fatherhood of God and the
Brotherhood of Man; now we would never do so. We heard in the Story for
All Ages last week about how our hymnal changed to have language that
included women.
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Similarly, in 2016, we do not hear the widespread use of racial slurs that
were common a generation or two ago, except from people and groups we
now readily identify as racist, including white supremacists.
Those language changes—changes that were uncomfortable for many to
make as they were becoming the new normal—are second nature to us
now, something we do without thinking.
But now, a generation later, we are slowly coming to understand that there
are still people we exclude from our language. For example, we now know
that gender is not the simple binary we once believed it to be. There are
people—some of whom are my dear friends, and some of whom are my
colleagues in Unitarian Universalist ministry—who do not fit that false
binary, whose knowledge of themselves does not fit with man or woman,
with the pronouns he or she, with the language of “brothers and sisters” that
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we sing in some of our hymns. For those people, failing to use broader
language—language about our human family, or siblings, for example,
rather than brothers and sisters—is an emotional injury. I have heard it
described as dying from a thousand small cuts—being constantly reminded
that they are outside of some imaginary “normal” that the language upholds.
I spoke last week about church being a home, a refuge. I don’t want our
church to be a place where people are wounded—there is enough wounding
happening in the wider world. And yes, changing language so that we don’t
wound our transgender and genderqueer and gender fluid loved ones may
be hard, may be uncomfortable, for some of us. Our discomfort does not
supersede their right to be treated with dignity and respect. Our first
principle calls us to affirm and promote the inherent worth and dignity of
every person—and when we choose easy habits of language over the
named hurt of real people, we are not living most fully into our first
principle.
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Similarly, when we use language about standing and walking and marching
and stepping, we are not honoring the worth and dignity of those who sit,
who roll, who move in different ways or do not move at all.
Yes, this means that between binary gender language and ableist language,
many of the songs in our hymnal are problematic in ways we are just
beginning to recognize. It will take time for changes to happen, just as it
took time to change from an entirely male language for both humanity and
divinity to a language that included women; changing “men” to “men and
women” and “brothers” to “brothers and sisters.” Now that we know that
there are more changes needed to fully welcome all who might find a home
with us, can we fail to make those changes?
I can’t.
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Let me tell you another short story. As most of you know, I was ordained in
July. Ordination is perhaps the single biggest event in a minister’s career,
followed by installation in a congregation that has called us to serve it. In
both of those rituals, ordination and installation, the details are important
and often laden with emotional significance for the minister. Many ministers
have been thinking for years, all through our formation process, about what
our ordination day might be like. I know that I had been thinking for years
about which of my favorite hymns we would sing together at my ordination.
One of them was a song traditionally used as the Processional at both
ordinations and installations—sung by the congregation as the gathered
clergy process in to begin the service. The title of that hymn is “Rank by
Rank Again We Stand.”
You hear the problem there, right? Even if before I began this sermon, you
wouldn’t have?
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I certainly couldn’t fail to hear it, largely because a colleague who sits more
often than stands and rolls more often than walks brought my attention, and
the attention of hundreds of others, to it at General Assembly this June. This
colleague and others with less visible mobility challenges were struck by the
number of songs in worship at General Assembly that used language about
walking, standing, marching, and stepping, and they wondered where their
place was in all of that language. Where could they see themselves in the
worship, in the messages? Partway through General Assembly, the
colleague made a sign that simply said “ouch” and held it up each time we
sang lyrics that included ableist language.
I said last week that church is more than a home, more than a refuge—it is
a place where we are both challenged and encouraged to be our best
selves. It is a place where we are asked, as my Dad was thirty-some years
ago, to consider whether “the way we have always done it” is the right way
to continue doing it.
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There are those who call this “political correctness,” many of whom say that
in a tone that makes it clear they resent being asked to be “politically
correct.” I would urge us to respond that it is not political in the least—it is
compassion. It is covenant. It is how we choose to journey together—in love,
and with a willingness to change when our old habits cause others pain or
act as barriers to their full welcome.
We have a ramp at the back of this building to allow people who roll instead
of walking to enter our space. It’s not perfect, but it’s something. The
question I would ask is, once they are in our space, have we welcomed
them into our liturgy? Into our imagery? Into how we define who is part of
“us”?
Covenant is a crucial piece of our faith tradition, so you’ll hear me talk about
it a lot. Part of covenant is doing exactly what my son did in our car last
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Sunday—naming it when one of us falls out of covenant. My language
transgression was small compared to some of the ways we humans violate
our commitments to ourselves and each other, but it can serve as an
illustration of something else I’ve learned from our Unitarian Universalist
youth in recent years.
There’s a simple practice, often referred to as “ouch/oops”, that can call us
back to covenant when we slip. Remember the “ouch” sign I told you about
earlier, the one my colleague held up in General Assembly? The ouch means
covenant was broken. Any of us can use it. Imagine sitting in a meeting, or a
social context, and hearing someone make an offensive joke, or speak to
someone in a disrespectful way. I would imagine all of us have experienced
moments like that—and most likely, we wondered how to speak up, or if to
speak up at all. Well, the youth have offered us an easy way; just one word.
Say “ouch”…and then let the person you’ve said it to ask why you said it.
Most likely, their answer will start with some version of “oops”—in other
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words, they didn’t mean to cause the ouch. Now, here’s the tricky part—
there’s a third step. There’s ouch (that hurt), oops (I didn't mean to cause
hurt), and then: own the impact. That means that even if you intended no
pain, you acknowledge that pain was in fact caused.
Putting this back in the context of language, this is what that might look
like. If I say, “My sermon title for Sunday is Walking Together: A People of
Covenant” and someone says “ouch”, I will most likely immediately catch
that I slipped and used ableist language. But imagine that I didn’t. I would
pause, and calmly—not defensively—say something like, “Could you tell me
what prompted that ouch?” Then someone could say to me, “Well, “walking
together” is a metaphor that privileges bodies that can walk over those that
can’t.” At that point—assuming I didn’t swear like I did in my car when Aidan
called me on exactly that language—I would start with “oops” because my
choice of language really was an accident. But if I stop at oops, I’m asking
the other person to take responsibility for the impact of my words. So
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instead, I’d say something like this, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend to use
exclusionary language, and have been working on that. I can hear, though,
that my choice of words caused pain, and I’m sorry.”
Like any new habit, this can feel awkward at first. I’m willing to feel awkward
if that’s how I can cause other people less pain. A colleague of mine, Lori
Gorga Hlaban, posted on Facebook this week, “Words matter. It is not true
that "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
I learned that as a child - but really: words can break one's spirit.”
My goal is to avoid breaking anyone’s spirit.
That doesn’t mean I’ll be perfect. I slipped in my sermon title choice; I’ve
slipped before and will again. We all make mistakes. In fact, Unitarian
theologian James Luther Adams, reflecting on the work of Jewish theologian
Martin Buber, told us that human beings are “promise making, promise
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keeping, promise breaking” creatures. Somewhere along the way, someone
added “promise renewing” to that list: we are promise making, promise
keeping, promise breaking, promise renewing” creatures. The renewal part
of that is just as important as the making and keeping—because, being
human, we will sometimes break our promises, and then our choice is to
walk away from relationship, or to repair it by renewing our covenant with
each other.
Back in Candidating week in June, in my sermon on the day you called me to
be your minister, I shared with you a question that inspires much of what I
do in ministry: “For whom does your heart break?” Covenant calls us to
prevent as many of those heartbreaks as we can, and when possible, to heal
those we cannot prevent. That’s what promise renewing is about.
At its very core, what this is about for me is choosing love. Choosing to offer
love rather than indifference or invisibility or outright denial to another
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human being. Choosing to respond to “ouch” with more than a shrugged
“oops” and no change in behavior, or worse yet, not even an oops but a
complaint about being told “ouch.” Our covenant asks that we treat each
other with respect, and from there it is not such a long leap to love.
Our covenant may be literally with each other—as in congregations that
develop a covenant of right relations, a written commitment of how they
aspire to be with each other, a process which the Governing Board and I will
be introducing here this year. However, the covenant we Unitarian
Universalists are called to live is bigger than that. Our roots in Judaism and
Christianity talk about covenants between humans and God; we may talk
instead about a covenant we make with Life with a capital L. If we aspire to
that kind of covenant, no one is outside it. Everyone is within the reach of
our love and our compassion.
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Imagine the world if we live into that kind of covenant. Perhaps our mission
—the bigger mission behind all the work we do—is simply this: to journey
together, putting more love into the world as we go.
More love. Less pain. Fewer broken spirits. That is the world I want to live in,
the world I believe we can create, one action at a time, one thoughtful word
at a time.
May it be so.
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