Here's to the Christmas spirit

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Thank you Fred Small, UU Minister at my old church, the First Parish in Cambridge, UU. He just wrote a great article for the uuword.org website in defense of our practice of Christmas based on an article recently syndicated by Garrison Keillor.  I read both and can even see where Keillor is coming from (too a point). I've done my own share of pointing the finger at us UU's for cultural elitism. But what I really appreciate is Rev. Small's approach at showing our inclusiveness.

I'm reminded of how I want to live, which is the the experience of learning about those before me, as way to see a new side of myself.

Normally, I'd just point a link (such as this one) to the article itself.  But I can't help but want to include the text here. I remember being part of these candlelight services in Cambridge. The spirit of Cambridge always felt lifted high, not just by us regular congregants but by all those who came to share in a combined experience.

I hope Fred will forgive me the duplication of his words, but it's definitely worth the read.

Peace be with everyone.

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Merry Christmas, Garrison Keillor!

One of the great things about Unitarian Universalism is that, just as we don't all pray from the same prayer book, we don't all sing from the same hymnal.
By Fred Small
12.23.09

I’m the pastor of First Parish in Cambridge, Unitarian Universalist, where we were honored to host Garrison Keillor last week. Many in my congregation attended and enjoyed his talk.

So we were hurt and disheartened to read his ill-tempered attack on our church and our faith in his syndicated column in newspapers throughout the country and at Salon.com.
As a longtime fan of A Prairie Home Companion, I’ve often laughed aloud in rueful recognition at Keillor’s ribbing of Unitarian Universalists. (Who wouldn’t giggle at his Unitarian monastery in New Hampshire? “The rule there is complete silence, but if you think of something really good you can go ahead and say it.”)

Most of Keillor’s jokes about us have been good-natured and fair-minded. But in his latest column, apparently it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy. He calls us out as “arrogant and unlovable people [who] imagine that their unpopularity somehow [is] proof of their greatness.” He accuses us of “spiritual piracy and cultural elitism.” (He isn’t very nice to “Jewish guys,” either.)

What launches Keillor ballistic is “Silent Night” as printed in our hymnal,Singing the Living Tradition, which closes each verse with “Sleep in heavenly peace.” Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect on Keillor.

As a folk music maven, Garrison Keillor knows the folk process. Music is constantly evolving, adapted by various communities with various needs. Somebody can copyright it (although “Silent Night” is in the public domain), but nobody ever owns it, not really.

Spirit is the same way.

Religions may try to dictate it in dogma or capture it in creed, yet “the wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes; so it is with every one who is born of the Spirit” (John 3:8).

Unitarian Universalists welcome worshippers of every age, color, sexual orientation, and religious belief (or unbelief). At First Parish in Cambridge, you’ll sit next to Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Pagans, atheists, agnostics, and seekers of every variety. (No wonder we adapt our hymns!)

We have only one absolute requirement: We covenant to treat each other with respect.

As we call each other to spiritual growth, we also challenge each other to build Beloved Community—not just in our congregations, but in the wider world. We stand on the side of love—for marriage equality, for immigrant rights, for climate justice.

I invite Garrison Keillor to come back to First Parish in Cambridge this Christmas Eve for our Candlelight Service. On this holy night, we’ll relate the ancient Nativity story (using the King James Bible), light candles in the darkness, and sing “Silent Night”—the old-fashioned way, with “Christ the Savior is born” and “Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.”

That’s one of the great things about Unitarian Universalism. Just as we don’t all pray from the same prayer book, we don’t all sing from the same hymnal!

While he’s in town, maybe Keillor can help out at our Tuesday Meals Program, which serves a free hot dinner to hungry and homeless people, or ring our church bell 350 times to sound the alarm on global warming, or stand vigil to protect immigrant families from raids that split them apart. We take seriously Jesus’s radical message of hospitality, justice, and compassion for “the least of these” (Matthew 25:40).

We close every Christmas Eve service with a benediction by the Rev. Howard Thurman, the great twentieth-century African-American preacher and theologian:


When the song of angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among the brothers [and sisters],
To make music in the heart.
Yup. We changed those words, too—for gender inclusiveness.

Amen, and Merry Christmas!

Watching Santa

Even before I was a dad, I got a great kick out of NORAD's annual Santa watch. Maybe it's being an Air Force brat, maybe it's because my real soft spots are when something nice is being done. It's just a few more hours to launch time right now. In fact, I'm such an excited nerd about this, that I've set-up the media center in the living room to follow the Santa track on Google Earth and the girls will be able to see the Santa Cam updates through out the day.


I especially love the story of how this all started. How a simple typo in a Sears ad turned out ringing the emergency ops desk in what was the nerve center of the cold war. Kids from all over the area were calling to talk to Santa, only to get an initially irate, quickly confused, and then rather smart commanding officer.  Col. Harry Shoup, who answered that first call, passed away earlier this year. But not before having a chance to see an accident, turn into a 58 year tradition (59 years tonight) of keeping us informed on Santa's whereabouts.

This is actually a picture of the Colonel and his grand daughter from a few years ago.

For a great article on the story, check out this CNET story published this week.

Thanks for the legacy, Col. Shoup! And Merry Christmas!

ps. Santa, we re-arranged the living room some, but the girls think you'll find it easier to get to the tree now.

Winter Compassion

Ok. Nothing so much to say, as to see. This gave me a nice laugh this morning.  I get the title, but it doesn't really fit the mood this short inspired in me.

The obvious cynic in me says, "Of Course..."

But in truth the buddhist in me saw this and thought, "Wow, the other guy just got a GREAT gift." I guess compassionate exploration never ceases.     --Peace

Lots of Holidays and a Blessing Tree

Friday, November 27, 2009

Thanksgiving, probably one of my favorite holidays, is over. The day was well enjoyed, even with sick children, and thus the last minute change of plans. We still had a great dinner and had the chance to help our daughters practice our rituals of gratitude. 


I enjoy Thanksgiving. To me it seems a holiday with no cultural hang-ups. It may have a varied history, pilgrims or Lincoln, secular, spiritual, whatever. What I appreciate about Thanksgiving is that it seems to be the holiday Americans live out the most. Regardless of religious background, political persuasion, or cultural history, this day is one where everyone goes out of their way to be together, to share food, to practice gratitude. I love that this holiday is the one that immigrants so widely embrace and bring their own cultural flavor to. I love that the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and the Sunday after are two of the busiest travel days in this country. In fact, I remember traveling from Boston to LA after 9/11. I was grateful to be able to travel again, that the country was taking the first steps to put itself back together again, but was saddened a bit by how empty the airports and the airplanes were.


But now Thanksgiving has passed and the next round of rituals go into place. This is the big one. The winter holidays begin. Well, for my family, this is Christmas time. Unfortunately, Christmas feels more intellectually and spiritually challenging. Don't worry, this isn't a dig on Christmas. I loved Christmas, as a kid, and now that I have children, I really love it. It's definitely a time for magic. I am, without a doubt, a huge fan of the secular christmas (yes, little "c"). I even believe in Santa Claus. 


Yet, as I got older, and more mindful of the religious significance of Christmas it became too disingenuous for me. I even have a hard time with so many of the carols. As beautiful as they are, it sometimes feels odd to sing such Christian music, when I am not one. As a lay Buddhist and now Unitarian Universalist, there seemed something wrong with participating in a holiday tradition with so much Christian importance, yet I wasn't quite ready to give up Christmas. I love the giving of gifts, I love the generosity that is inspired by the seasons.


So, taking the Unitarian Universalist side more seriously, a number of years ago I put serious thought into this time of year. What is meaningful, for me and others, about this time of year? What are the metaphors that our cultural histories give us for this darkest time of year? 


The winter solstice is around the corner. Its not just the shortest day of the year. It's a turning point. It's a time, by my personal calendar, when the year begins again. Our natural world (at least here in New England) is covered in a frosting of glistening ice. My buddhist lessons were giving me greater appreciation of the simplicity of natures metaphors. 


Given the darkness of the time, how much I miss the light, and how grouchy I can be in the deepness of winter, I actually find myself seeking out anything to be grateful for. Any blessings I can find are important and wonderful. And that's when it all came together. 


A way to help keep the holiday simple, bring light into my home, acknowledge my own history (growing up with Christmas), and create some new rituals for blessings. Welcome our blessing tree. Something I've been doing now for about 10 years. And with the girls all excited about the next few holidays, Cynthia and I decided that the this post Thanksgiving weekend would be a great time to start our ritual decorating and preparation. 


The Blessing Tree is decorated simply, with white lights and lots of ribbons. On the ribbons are written our blessings for the year. When friends come to the house, we ask that everyone add to the tree. They can write a blessing, a poem, joke, or even just their name on a ribbon and add it to the tree. This way, the blessings of the people, ideas, and experiences in our lives become part of the tree. When I got married and started to have a family, we've continued with the tradition. Now, instead of pulling out ornaments (those get used around the house instead), we pull out our bag of blessings.  We get to read them, tie them to the tree decorate the tree not with fancy trimmings but the expressions of our lives. Each year we add new blessings to the tree.


Thanks for letting me share this little winter ritual of our family, as we count down these last nights to Winter. May you enjoy the last few days of the dark. It's just 23 days to the Solstice, 14 days to Chanukah (I love that it's the Festival of Light, at a time when we so need it), December 8th is the Bodhi Day (celebrating Buddha's day of enlightenment), the Islamic new year is on the 18th, and yes just 27 days to till Christmas.

Muppet Rhapsody

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

What is there to say? The Muppets, Queen. A quiet day at home with the kids. I can't decide if my favorite bit is Animal or Beaker hitting the high note.


"Any way the wind blows..."

Open Up Your Writing


For those who feel writing is as much about the experience as it is for the words, there is OmmWriter from the digital creative team at Herraiz Soto & Co. OmmWriter (for Mac OS X), is less a word processor and more an isolation tank for word extraction. The screen capture shows, what is probably the most complex experience of the application, a few buttons only the most minimal of controls needed.

I'm a big fan of writing to the blank screen, and have appreciated word processors that have given me that option to remove everything else from my view, only to be left staring at a blank page. And then ... to be left staring at the blank page.

What caught my attention, after the minimalist environment that spawned me to download this was the notice that I would find a better experience with my headphones on. Playing engaging, but not distracting environmental music, quiet audio feedback for my keystrokes, and an undistracted view of my writing. For anyone who finds the constant distractions of the various email, twitter, and IM clients floating around the screen an opportunity for interruption then here is a tool for that extra Spaces desktop that is rarely being used.

The application is still in Beta and is being distributed as a freeware. I was very happy to just start writing. The feature geek in me was quickly quieted (as there were only 6 buttons to push) to make room for the person who wants to write. The only thing I would add to this is the ability to change the background image. Sometimes I just want a different scene for my writing Zen. For those who are brave enough to poke around inside the .app container it looks like you can easily replace the image options.

If the music options aren't working for me, then it's easy enough to play iTunes in the background with something more suiting to my creative needs in the moment.

I even like the name of the application. Omm... Take a deep breath... Omm... Let the words flow... Omm...

Nantucket Sleigh Rides

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Ok, this one goes into the category of truly surprising and completely cool. Thanks, Jon for sharing this story of a sea fisherman.

So imagine this, you're sitting in a kayak out on the ocean. When suddenly you have a hankering for sushi. No worries, drop a line in the water, take a ride, and later you can take your 150 pound bluefin down to your favorite sushi chef.

This New York Times article tells it all.  http://bit.ly/86bS8j

What blew me away was envisioning this man trying to bring down the "800 pounder" that got away. It may just be a fish story, but it definitely got me dreaming.