Attend Sunday services at almost any Unitarian Universalist congregation and you’ll realize the variety of content unbound by doctrine or dogma: music from Bach to the Beatles, stories from Aesop to Shel Silverstein, topics from Resilience to Ecospirituality. Different people experience the world in different ways, finding meaning in different words and music and ideas, and Unitarian Universalists generally celebrate that reality as a good thing. Diversity is a blessing, and not only because it makes potlucks a lot more interesting: if everyone saw things the same way and agreed with everyone else on everything, nobody would ever grow in mind or spirit because there’d be no other perspectives to consider, no other opinions to try to understand. For anyone who thinks religion is all about belief, that to be a member of a particular religion requires believing the same particular things, Unitarian Universalism must be a bit of a puzzle. It’s not that we have anything to hide.
We make no bones about the fact that we expect everyone to undertake the spiritual work of figuring out what they believe for themselves while together we figure out how to live in community with one another and the world around us. It’s right there in the words we speak at the
start of each service: “All those of good will are welcome to join with us in our individual and collective search for truth and meaning, in a community where we commit ourselves daily to honoring the inherent worth and dignity of each person.”
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What comes between those opening and closing portions of a service generally depends on the purpose of the service and the traditions of the congregation. Here at the Fellowship, for instance, the body of the service includes what I think of as the “community sequence” consisting of the Children’s Focus, Joys and Concerns and the Offering. As well as emphasizing important aspects of this community, they take us deeper into sacred space, shifting the sense of busy-ness that we bring with us into awareness and openness. I don’t know about you, but I feel that shift most when we sing “Spirit of Life”*, in part because we sing it not as a hymn, but as the prayer it was intended to be.
from one of the sermons over the summer
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