Once again I found myself muttering, murmuring, feeling misunderstood in my isolated UU world. Another exchange with a fellow board member that took me by surprise; square peg in round whole. Fortunately, I had limited email access. In my head, however, I was developing a sarcastic blog post about the provinicalism of living here.
But first I was at my daughter’s baking Christmas cookies. Dozens and dozens of cookies. She does quality control; I am in charge of clean-up. She measures exactly every ingredient; I do pinches. But it is fun. We don’t have to cook alike to love alike.
Doing this all day was good for my soul. Here in this remote, small church, I think very differently about the mission of Unitarian Universalism than my fellow members. All my experience and knowledge and commitment to Unitarian Universalism is nothing, if I can’t practice the basic ‘we don’t have to think alike to love alike’.
But I still am isolated. It is lonely. I found this quote from Marjorie at keep the faith: I continue to be nurtured by my ministerial colleagues, but when I go into many of our congregations, at a cultural level, it often feels like all the healthy juices in my body are being drained out of me.
Not having ministerial colleagues means I have to seek other sources of nurturing. And so I have decided to actively and unabashedly pursue God. May be I will to seek the love of God as told in the Christmas story. Maybe that love does bring hope and joy. Maybe that love will save me from myself.
Blessings.
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