Transcript for November 8, 2009 By Bob Kleinheksel
From cradle to coffin we live – as open-eyed as we can, taking in the softness of the morning fog, resolute not to miss the moments. And in the bluster and busy-ness of the season, we open up to the possibilities at hand: to be encouraged in this gathering with ones like us – who hope, hurt, feel and who wish to be free. To be connected to those we love; to be engaged in service to our fellow journey-mates; to learn and become all we can be.
Gray clouds, crisp air, the diminished color of trees, and pitter patter of sleet upon windshields now declare this hibernating time. Will we remember at this time of barrenness and conclusion that spring’s mystery is already in the works? There is always life, growth and being – even hidden in the discouraging dreariness of gray, wet and cold. We hunker down with runny noses, fevers from flu and with hand cleansers reminding us how vulnerable we all are to the smallest of germs.
And, we venture forth in confidence to continue the steady beat of activity – as parents, grandparents, friends, neighbors and lovers.
At this hour we honor God and divine presence experienced within as self worth, fewer self-judgments, an honoring of our place in the stream of life. In this morning hour, we experience God between in generational love with parents and children, in tears shared, hands collaborating in service, laughter uniting, and lovemaking enjoyed. In nature and mystery and in things seemingly beyond our understanding, we experience God beyond – from the inner space of quarks and atoms to the explosions and amazing galactic features of a black hole. And in between are the existential meanderings on the pathways of our lives; as we age and reflect, as we let go and transform, as we humbly awaken to what is essential in our brief earthly flash upon the face of this miraculously spinning planet.
So today, we offer our positivity, prayers, good will and meditations to the world and to each other, knowing what we think and feel come back to us, whether in Port Sheldon or Pakistan. To dear Raegan – may the celebrations of her life carry on into all her days. We surround those who suffer from flu and fears; we remember those whose lives are torn apart by violence – those who live among smut, dung and in hunger; we offer our love to all those in transition and all those who would benefit from care, a well-written check, behind-the-scenes service or a simple smile.
We push aside negativity; we reclaim the power of positive thinking – for at the very least it is common sense to abide in what is life-giving, encouraging, hopeful and enjoyable. We jump on the band wagon of happiness and sensuousness – choosing it and living it as best we can. And may we be forgiven our judgments, our arrogance, our pride, our ego-driven lives over the landscape of our days. May the hard steel of our stubbornness and convictions meld with the soft velvet of our gentleness and humility – so that our fuller humanity emerges and benefits all.
We embrace this community and take on the ownership of its viability and vitality. Certainly it is a pity to pout about pledging – for we each do our small part so that all would find welcome, home and ongoing stimulation of heart, mind, soul and hands. We reclaim our place, joy and responsibility in this community where we enjoy connections, comfort and commonality. So be it . . . in honor of life, of love known, given and received; in honor of people near and far, all that has been and all that will yet be. Amen.