|
| |
|
Opening Words Here
we have gathered side by side, in a circle of kinship that ever widens to
include all who come seeking wisdom, comfort, strength. Here we have
gathered to celebrate all that is our life, and to remind ourselves that
“all life is a gift which we are called to use to build the common good,
and make our own days glad.” Here we have gathered to worship in spirit
and in truth—to reflect on and share our deepest yearnings and our highest
aspirations. By sharing our dreams, visions and reflections, may we be ever
recommitted to realizing them by our healing work in the world. In that
spirit, let us worship. |
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It
was Harry Potter’s first Christmas at Hogwart’s School for Witchcraft
and Wizardry. It was also the first time in his eleven years that Harry felt
accepted, loved, and appreciated. The first time he felt he belonged
somewhere. No small gifts, to be sure. In fact, it was the first time he’d
received Christmas gifts at all! And yet Harry was about to receive an even
greater gift on that Christmas night. Harry
awoke late, long after most everyone else in Gryffindor House, and in
Hogwart’s castle, had gone to sleep. He remembered his most compelling
Christmas gift from that morning—an “invisibility cloak.” Just as the
name implies, the magic cloak had the power to make its wearer totally
invisible. With the cloak, Harry could roam the forbidden night halls of
Hogwart’s. And since it was Christmas night, and he was awake, he thought
he’d try it out. In
his wanderings under the cloak, Harry felt safe from discovery, at least
until his presence was signaled by a shrieking book in the restricted
shelves of the library. Like any eleven year old, Harry fled. Even under the
cover of the invisibility cloak, he was risking discovery and punishment
—for himself and for his house. Quick as he could, Harry took refuge in a
room that seemed safely out of the way…. “It
was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden
in. It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs
were piled up against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper
basket—but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn’t
look as if it belonged there…. It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the
ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was
an inscription carved around the top: Erised
stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.” It
wasn’t until he’d visited the room three nights in a row that Harry
learned he had found the “Mirror of Erised.” Only later, too, did he
come to understand the inscription: “I show not your face but your hearts
desire.” The
Mirror of Erised—the Mirror of
one’s true hearts desire…. On its magic surface was reflected not
only the face of one
who peered into it. The Mirror of Erised also reflected the deepest yearnings
of anyone who looked into it. For Harry Potter, this meant seeing the family
he never knew—mother, father, aunts, uncles, grandparents. It meant
discovering a connection with others who, despite the fact they were all dead,
had a profound bond with one another. It meant for Harry a glimpse, to phrase
it in UU terms, of where—and who—he
was in the interdependent web of all existence. Truly a gift, for an eleven
year-old…or for anyone! Imagine
for a few moments that we, in everyday Pueblo, right here at the UU Church of Pueblo, have also discovered the
Mirror of Erised. But, because this is not a magic place like Hogwart’s, the
mirror has some restrictions on its power. We can only use it to see the true
desires of our own hearts as they apply to this community of faith—to its
future…and to its present. Do we dare to peer into the Mirror and look at
its reflections? Do we dare to ask of it the secrets of our own reflections. And what would those reflections concern? Would
we be reflecting on our own sense of belonging in this community? Would we
seek to view our own place around the hearth of community? And would we dare
to take in the mirror’s secrets, too? Would we dare to acknowledge that we are
seeking here in this community that sense of interconnectedness—a sense of
belonging and fulfillment? Can we dare to look into our own deepest need for
that sense of belonging? Perhaps we might see the possibilities of letting go
of our vulnerabilities and risking an even deeper commitment to this community
and to its work. Hmmm…a deeper
commitment. That might well be a scary thing upon which to reflect. What would
that mean? What
might the mirror reveal of our priorities? And what would it reflect back to
us about our commitment to our healing work in the world—the work that is
nourished and supported by our engagement with this community? Perhaps
we’d find in the Mirror of Erised a reflection of our own deepest desire for
this community to grow, to expand, to flourish? What would the mirror show us
about that? Who would surround us as part of this community, as Harry’s
family surrounded him when he gazed in the Mirror of Erised? Who would we
see in the Mirror as part of this community in the future…and in the
present? And who would we not
see? Would
we perhaps merely see our own most ingrained biases about the kinds of people
we “want,” and the kinds of people we do
not want to be a part of this community? And what kind of people would
those be? The Mirror might show us that, too, and we might just be shocked by
what we see, if we care to look honestly at its reflection. Perhaps,
too, we’d discover in the Mirror’s reflections our own deepest yearnings
to share our Unitarian Universalist way of being in the world with
others—with everyone who steps
inside this “circle of kinship?” Perhaps we’d see that our deepest
desire is to welcome all who come
seeking a kindly word or a way to celebrate all that is our life, with thanks,
praise, and a commitment to building up the common good? Perhaps
the Mirror would show us that we know—we really know at the very depths of our beings—that there is no “this
kind of people,” and no “that kind of people….” The Mirror might
indeed reflect to us our own profound conviction that we are called to welcome
all persons of inherent worth and dignity who come seeking ways to “build
the common good, and make our own days glad.” Is it too hopeful to wonder if
the Mirror of Erised just might be magical enough to reflect back the deepest
desires of our hearts as they engage hopefully in this community…. And that
those reflected desires, if we care to look intently and openly at them, might
just tell us our real mission as a UU community?! One
more thing we might discover when we gaze into the Mirror of Erised.... We
might discover that we are mirrors ourselves. Now you might be thinking of
that funhouse hall-of-mirrors effect of looking into a never-ending
reflection—a universe of
reflections that become skewed and so small that we cannot even tell what
images they carry. There
is the danger of that. As Harry found out about the Mirror of Erised, there is
the danger of getting so bound up with our own desires—as important and as
good as they are—that we end up being paralyzed by them. We can get lost in
that hall of mirrors with no way out. Bumping about in such a place, we either
go mad or we fixate on our own desires. We might forget that we actually
looked into the Mirror in the first place to seek our reflection as a community
engaged with the work of healing in a world so desperately in need of it. Yet,
the Mirror of Erised might, if we are careful and attentive, show us that we
can reflect to others our own deepest desires for “an earth made fair and
all her people one.” We can be mirrors of how our deepest desires to build
the common good can spark committed action. We might also see that we are not
the mirrors of completeness, accomplishment,
and success. Instead, we may discover that we who gather around this hearth of
community are together as “works in progress.” But
we are also among those “who, age after age, perversely, with no
extraordinary power, reconstitute the world,” as Adrienne Rich put it. And
we can invite others into that august group by our reflection to them of our
commitment to build the common good. Finally,
as we gaze into the Mirror of Erised and seek to come face to face with our
deepest desires, we might just discover that our deepest desire, our most
compelling need, is to be bound to those who desire the same thing—“to
hold the whole world in our hands…and to teach the fragile art of
hospitality,” in Bill Schulz’s words. And
we might come to see that just as we
long to be accepted, to belong, to find meaning in our lives in a chaotic
world, so do others. We might just come to understand how we can reflect the
fragile art of hospitality and welcome to others, because we know it is our
true desire for ourselves as well. We can
be the mirrors others seek to face their own deepest desires and learn to tune
them, together with ours, to the perverse calling to “reconstitute the
world.” If
that is the revelation of ourselves we receive from the Mirror of Erised, then
we, like Harry, have received a great gift—a magic that at once opens us out
to, and interconnects us into, the entire web of existence. It also draws us
into engagement with one another, to seek ways we can together work to heal
the web of existence, “to make our own days glad, to sing our thanks and
praise, for all life is a gift which we are called to use to build the common
good.” This
week I invite you to find the Mirror of Erised—yes, pun intended—and reflect
on your deepest desires for this community, for its interconnection with the
web of all existence, and for our power to reflect welcome and inclusion to
all who come seeking the work of healing in the world. Think
about what that would look like. How would that change the way the UU Church
of Pueblo looks now? How would it change the way we see ourselves …and…the
way others see us? What might you see as you gaze into the Mirror? You
might even think to write about your reflections…or somehow record them. And
do me a kind favor—make of yourselves reflections of what you see. This
community would love to know, and so would I! May
your reflections be blessed, and may you reflect your blessing to others. Shalom
and blessed be.
|
| |