Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Letter to Our Youth Group

Dear Polytheistic Snuggie Cult of Meadville a/k/a The UU Church of Meadville Youth Group,

I've been missing you!  Our paths may not often cross (not often enough, for sure!) – but, there was something so comforting about your being upstairs on certain Sunday afternoons.  After the intensity of the morning worship service I really enjoyed spending some time with you – it was one of the few times of the week when I felt truly relaxed.  I love the way you are so comfortable with one another – the way you know each other so well…you've spent important time together.  I love the way you skip from topic to topic, and back again, without missing a beat.  I love your curiosity, and I especially love the questions you ask (especially the hard questions). 


So in case there's any doubt about it, let me remind you that you mean a lot to me, and to our Congregation, and we all wish that we could see you more.  You're a part of us, an important part of us, and I don't want the connections to disappear.  I know that you're all incredibly busy and committed, and that Sunday is a day of rest for you – maybe even your only day to sleep in.  I also know that Ariel, Christian and Mary have been committed to the youth group and have shown up only to have no one else there (not trying to make anyone feel guilty, but I have to acknowledge that they've spent time preparing for the time with you, and we need to be respectful of their time and intentions).  So what should we do?  Is it time for the youth group to take a formal hiatus again?  Is a commitment to one Sunday per month a possibility?  What are your ideas?

I'd love to hear from you about what you want and what you need. 

Here's what we need:  for you to know that we care about you; for you to know that you're a valued part of our congregational life together; and for you to know about Unitarian Universalism and congregational life in ways that will matter to you as you make your way into the world…it's painful to hear a young adult say, "I don't really know what UU is all about – even though I spent years in the RE program and youth group."  We want to do better than this!

So please be in touch with me, Ariel, Christian or Mary and let's continue the conversation.

Peace,
Carmen

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Responding as One of God's "Helpers"

This morning I submitted the following letter to Meadville Tribune editor, Pat Bywater, after reading Luigi DeFrancesco's opinion piece, "It's a wonderful life."  Whether or not Bywater chooses to publish my response, I wanted my Congregation to know where I stand on DeFrancesco's revolting piece:

"January 21, 2012

Shame on the Meadville Tribune for publishing Luigi DeFrancesco's opinion "It's a Wonderful Life!" (Saturday 1/21/12) and shame on Mr. DeFrancesco for his seemingly cavalier attitude toward rape. 

The Tribune's anti-abortion agenda is crystal clear, given the number of columns they publish by DeFrancesco and others (including the increasingly tiresome columns of K. Lopez of the National Review) – but this time you've gone too far. 

DeFrancesco's cavalier treatment of rape is stunningly inappropriate, and I am frankly astonished that the Tribune would choose to print it.  At least you could have chosen a more appropriate headline for the piece to give us a heads up.  Rather than "It's a Wonderful Life!" the headline might have more appropriately been, "You've Been Raped, So What, When's the Baby Due?"

His cavalier treatment of rape ("We have probably been conceived in rape a milennia ago.  Does anybody have any regrets?") is outwarped only by the twisted logic of claiming that "wanton" abortions are a money-making endeavor that exploit women's bodies.  I would find this claim laughable if I weren't so busy weeping – after all, what is a forced pregnancy if not an exploitation of a woman's body?

I found Mr. DeFrancesco's arguments confusing and contradictory, especially about two points:  First, is his protest that women's bodies are sacred and we should therefore avoid all exploitation of women's bodies?  And second, would God really permit one of his women "helpers" to abort a fetus that could eventually become the person who could cure cancer or solve the energy crisis (ironic that the population crisis and the energy crisis are so intertwined, but that's a different column for a different day).

If his protest is that women's bodies (which include our wombs) are sacred, and therefore we should avoid all exploitation of women's bodies, then Mr. DeFrancesco and I find ourselves in agreement:  women's bodies should NEVER, ever, be exploited.  Our bodies, including our wombs, are sacred and sovereign, and should not be subject to exploitation by anyone else – doctor, politician, zealot, lawmaker, or rapist.  Women's sacred bodies and wombs must not be exploited by those who would violate our beings and bodies by rape, nor by those who would seek enforcement of a resulting pregnancy upon a woman, despite her own free agency.

As to women being God's "helpers" – my understanding of the teachings of Jesus is that each and every one of us, no matter our gender or our reproductive capacity, is called to be a helper by way of loving – not judging – our neighbors.  I would find the anti-abortion movement so much more credible if their claims about the sovereignty of life and their zeal for life were channeled into being God's "helpers" by making a difference in the lives of the many children in our city, our county, our state, our nation, and our world, who suffer from hunger, poverty, abuse, neglect, abandonment, lack of proper medical and dental care, and lack of proper education. 

Easing the suffering of these children would be a real "pro-life" effort; otherwise, the anti-abortion/pro-birth argument is really and simply about privileging one's own "privileges" (as Mr. DeFrancesco refers to them) over and against the legal reproductive rights of women, and over and against the basic human rights of suffering children who have a right to expect more from ALL of us, as God's helpers.

In my opinion, Mr. DeFrancesco has approached rape with the same cavalier attitude with which anti-abortionists accuse women of approaching abortion.  Yet never have I experienced such an attitude in counseling a woman who is contemplating, or who has had an abortion. 

Despite the myths propagated by the anti-abortionist movement, never have their decisions come lightly; it is a heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching decision, and not a single woman I've counseled has ever chosen abortion as casual or "wanton" birth control.  Please, give women more credit than this; after all, if God trusts us enough to be God's "helpers" then Mr. DeFrancesco should trust us enough to make decisions about our wombs and our lives.  As the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice would counsel, such decisions about reproduction are between a woman and her God."

Rev. Carmen Emerson

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Slacker Blogger & Consecration

A dear and trusted friend casually mentioned in a recent telephone call that my blog was getting a little (ahem) "stale."  Oops!  I checked back and realized no postings since October...well, that's more than a little stale, and I thank my friend for the appropriate and gentle nudge.

So here's an update about life as minister in a liberal religious tradition in a conservative area of Northwestern Pennsylvania...

The December holiday season went well, and included  a mid-week service titled "Re-Living the Christmas Event" (thanks to friend, mentor and minister, The Rev. Dr. Marni P. Harmony, for inspiration and direction on this service); a Hanukkah service with stories; a Christmas Eve service (I loved preaching to and worshipping with that packed sanctuary); and a "Turning of the Wheel" service in early January that acknowledged life passages and significant life events with a candle-lighting ritual and an original meditation I wrote, with members of my congregation in mind. 

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It has been a fast year; I keep mentioning this in various places, but it is true and I guess I'm processing "aloud" what feels like accelerated timing of my life...

One year ago I was engaged in the "pre-candidating" search process for a settled ministry within our denomination.  Last February, about this time, I was sitting in Jim Snyder's car at the corner of Market and Chestnut.  We had just toured the UUCM sanctuary, and Jim was giving me a tour of Meadville.  I remember looking out the car window and feeling this very clear thought pierce my mind and heart:  we could be very happy here.  Indeed.

So many things have happened since then:  finishing my internship in Albuquerque; serving as interim Associate minister there; being ordained (a wonderful day I will remember, always!); packing and moving to Meadville; getting TONS of things done to our little house before the church year began; but most importantly, to me, immersing myself into the life of ministry at the UU Church of Meadville.  To me, this is all about building trusting relationships with the people I serve, and also polishing our beacon of liberal religion in this conservative part of our nation.

My wisest friends and I often talk about "consecrating" ourselves to the life of ministry, and every day I understand a little better just exactly what this means, consecrating myself to the work of ministry:  first and foremost it means meeting people where they are, but not condemning them to stay there...it means being hopeful for them, about them, and what they are called to do in and with their own lives, within our immediate community and within the larger context of our global neighborhood.  It means accepting constant scrutiny and being held to a different (and higher) standard as part of the coin I pay for this privilege of serving as a minister.  It means being honest in a respectful way, and hopeful in an authentic way, with those I serve.  It means asking tender questions, and holding tender answers with reverence.  It means taking risks and being vulnerable, while never expecting my needs to be met by my congregation.  It means being present, and being present, and being present.  And, did I mention, being present?  In some ways it means surrendering myself, with gratitude and determination, to answering a call that became impossible to ignore.  Maybe this is the most succinct definition of consecrating myself to the life of ministry:  active surrender to servant leadership.  (Moses said to God, "Send someone else!" but I've never really felt that way -- I've always felt like, "Me?!  Really?!  Okay - I'd LOVE to!")

I wonder how my definition of consecration and my thoughts about ministry will change, as time progresses?  For now, I am content to live with it as I understand it to be; to live my best with it, and offer my best to it, as I understand my current best to be.  I have to trust that I am strong enough, smart enough, and determined enough to grow and to deepen, as time passes, to increase my understandings of "consecration" and "ministry."  In the meantime, in the here and now, I am so happy and grateful to be serving this congregation, the UU Church of Meadville.

And of course, I am compelled to ask, "To what or whom have you consecrated your own life?"

Many mid-winter blessings to all...stay warm and safe...and dream of spring!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Scariest Moment of Halloween 2010

Since moving to Meadville we've met most of our neighbors (well, Jim has met most of them, while working in the yard).  They have kindly welcomed us to the neighborhood, reminding us of the loveliness and hospitality to be found in a small-town neighborhood.  The kids are sweet, too (here's a shout out to Cameron, Page and Riley, who always yell, "Hi, New Neighbor!" when they see me outside).

While Jim was installing our meager-by-comparison Halloween decorations, another neighbor walked over to introduce himself.  Their conversation went something like this:

Neighbor:  "So, your wife's the new Unitarian minister here?"
Jim:  "Yes, she is."
Neighbor:  "Well, sorry about that."
Jim: [stunned silence]

As Jim said later, how do you respond to something like that?  And why would you want to?  Jim's choice was just to ignore the guy. 

When I heard the story, I just kind of shook my head in disbelief.  His front porch roof includes a  beautiful stained glass depiction of someone kneeling in prayer in the shadow of a cross...by the artwork I'm assuming that he is Christian...unfortunately, his actions and words did not convey that message.  The Jesus I've learned about would be shaking his head in disbelief, too, maybe saying, "Not really what I meant when I taught that you love God by loving your neighbor."  Not much loving there, but judgment, disrespect, and rudeness aplenty!  It was the spiritual equivalent to the infamous rock that thuds its way into Charlie Brown's bag as a Halloween "treat."

What will I do?  I will be kind to him, because I am  a person of faith and a minister grounded in an ancient and living faith tradition that calls me to take the long view, toward possibility, rather than a vindictive or disrespectful view that closes off any chance of human connection.  I'll turn the other cheek.  I won't seek him out and subject myself to his rudeness, but neither will I ignore or disrespect him if I see him outside.  The truth is, I feel a bit sorry for the guy...how hard and closed must one's heart and mind be if offering an insult is really the best welcome you have to offer a new neighbor?

Open doors are always more welcoming than closed ones; lively, respectful conversation always more fun and informative than the dull thuds of insults.  Fortunately, we have received many more open doors and sweet responses than dull and thudding rocks when meeting the people in our new hometown, and we are grateful for their "treats" of welcome, simple human respect, and hospitality!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Chipmonk Sentinels

I was astounded to log in to my blog and realize that it's been almost a month since I posted!  Time flies when you're having fun, and when you're immersing yourself in a new life.

The minister's office in this Parish House offers a lovely, lovely view onto Diamond Park, the center of Meadville.  Work in the last 8 weeks has included shifting furniture around in the minister's office to take advantage of the view, a world framed in green at varying levels, from the ground cover plants to the shade tree, and all the bushes in between.  The chipmonks make mad dashes from bush to groundcover, and back again, marking the passing of the day.  This afternoon one took a breather on a ledge right outside my window, hunkered out of the chilly wind, and I had the chance to study it for awhile -- I've never seen a chipmonk in stillness, and he/she was quite beautiful in all his brown/red/black/white wonder, with almond eyes that were taking in the same view that I enjoy every day.

Some trees are beginning to show their fall colors; many are losing their leaves; and I know that soon my view onto the Diamond will be framed by bare branches and snow-blanketed bushes that hunker in their own way, faithfully waiting for Spring.  I am glad for this minister's study, with its beautiful view, this sanctuary that lets me ponder, pray, write, organize, imagine, counsel, care and dream of many passing seasons in this community, as I gratefully serve this congregation.

The busy-ness of the day calls...I have a sermon to write, and an animal blessing, and two classes for which I need to prepare, and a newsletter article to write, and a pastoral call to make...I am as busy as my chipmonk sentinels, racing back and forth with purpose, and always grateful for this blessed work to which I have been called.  But I am grateful for this afternoon's respite, in the good company of a lingering chipmonk whose own gaze reminded me to take time for gazing.