"TRANSFORMATIONS"
A Sermon by the
Easter Sunday, March 27, 2005
All
The most
striking commentary on the Easter story comes, I believe, from
"Death is swallowed up in victory.
O Death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is they victory?"
These words are powerful to me, not because of what they have to say about one person's death and resurrection, but rather because of what they say about his life, and how that life made his death significant. His victory over the grave is not, for me, the story that a man died and was brought to life again. If that were all the story is about, there would be nothing particularly special there.
There are lots of similar stories
to choose from. The story of re‑birth
or resurrection -- of victory over death and despair -- has been a vital part
of nearly all human civilizations, which suggests that this myth speaks
directly to something deeply true within human experience. From the Greek myth
of Adonis, who was killed by wild beasts and resurrected by his lover
But there
is something different about the resurrection story of
All this
may not be precisely what
There are many lessons to be read from the Easter story, and certainly "transformation" is one of them. He began as a humble Jewish man with a special concern for religious integrity. He became an itinerant minister, preaching a simple but powerful message of love and acceptance. He gained a very small but devoted following, until he was arrested because his growing popularity was viewed a threat to the established order. He was executed, a martyr for his convictions. Three days later, his crypt was discovered to be empty, and he is said to have appeared to his followers.
But
something transforming happened at that time.
The Easter story tells not only of renewed life, but of
transformation. When
I don't
imagine that the original disciples, or even
Maybe it was the drama of the story
itself. Maybe it was the persuasiveness
of the witnesses. Or maybe it was the
way the storytellers, such as
The Easter message is commonly seen as one of renewed life, the resurrection of life beyond death, and that message is appropriate. But it also speaks to us about the transformations in life, about how we can find hope in the fact that life will lead us in directions we cannot always expect.
In some ways, transformation is what religion is all about. Some people seem to think religion involves some sudden and radical transformation -- a conversion experience, for example, which somewhat suddenly re-shapes a person's identity in a radical way. That kind of transformation does happen, of course.
But for many others, perhaps most people, a religious transformation is more gradual. For many, it refers to the piece by piece gathering of insights that over time prepare us to see the world and our own lives differently.
"I believe that one is converted [to religion] when first one hears the low, vast murmurs of life, of human life, troubling one's hitherto unconscious self. I believe one is born first unto oneself -- for the happy developing of oneself, while the world is a nursery, and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and the pleasant things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right to the end.
"But most are born again on entering maturity; then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness of all the laughing , and the never-ceasing murmur of pain and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitude of brothers [and sisters].
"Then, it appears to me, one gradually formulates one's religion, be it what it may. A person has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification."
This is how religious transformation
comes gradually, and I might add, with deliberate and hard work. I might also add that I have not found a more
cogent summary of the Unitarian Universalist approach to religion than these
last two lines by
"A person has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification."
There is in
fact a long Unitarian tradition that addresses personal religious
transformation, the long and sometimes tedious shaping and re-shaping of
religious perspective. The name the
early Unitarians gave to it was "self-culture." To understand the phrase
"self-culture," one must first recognize that the word
"culture," as it is used here, is akin to what we might understand as
"horticulture"; that is, cultivating, caring for, and nurturing the
growth of life.
"Self-culture," then, refers to the nurturing of one's own
character. In an 1838 essay entitled
"Self-Culture,"
To cultivate any thing, be it a plant,
an animal, a mind, is to make it grow.
Growth, expansion is the end.
Nothing admits culture but that which has a principle of life, capable
of being expanded. Therefore, one who
does everything to expand his [or her] powers and capacities, especially [the]
nobler ones, so as to become a well-proportioned, vigorous, excellent, happy
being, practices self-culture.
It is clear from
Transformation
seems to happen when we are willing to challenge accepted ideas, and to be
vulnerable to change.
I'd like to
illustrate this by going off on somewhat of a tangent that I hope you'll
indulge me for a just a few minutes.
The philosopher Alfred North Whitehead has written that, "The essence of life is to be found in the frustrations of the established order."[i]
Now a group of skeptical, questioning,
doubt-raising, radical, card-carrying free-thinkers, like some of us here,
might think they know what he's talking about.
When it comes to frustrating the established order, especially the
established order of conventional thinking, free-thinkers are the proud masters
of that craft. If frustrating the
established order is an art, they are its
There are many progressive-thinking skeptics of orthodoxy who would agree with Whitehead that "the essence of life is to be found in the frustrations of the established order."
The trouble is, that this isn't exactly
what Whitehead meant by that comment. It
includes the penchant for questioning attitudes, but
At the end of the last century,
He didn't follow his professor's advice. Instead, Planck went on to help discover what is now called quantum physics, a science that made the entire world view of the previous century's physicists obsolete; he opened up a whole new world for discovery. He went on, in other words, to frustrate the established order, for the scientific establishment did not willingly or eagerly or quickly accept his ideas.
But even this is not quite what
Whitehead meant by the essence of life being found in the frustrations of the
established order.
Some people might call it
"accidents" of nature. Or
mutations. Others call it the
"creativity" of nature.
Nothing in nature is static, said Whitehead. "The universe is not a museum with its specimens in a glass case, he wrote." It is not "a perfectly drilled regiment with its ranks in step, marching forward with undisturbed poise." On the contrary, life in this universe can only be understood as something that is constantly being re-shaped and responding to changes and variations. The orderliness of nature is frustrated by constant change. Change, in fact, means the frustration of order. Nature transforms itself.
This is Whitehead's thinking behind the quote with which I opened: "The essence of life is the frustration of the established order." The essence of life, in a word, is "change" or newness or novelty or creation, whichever word best strikes your fancy. The essence of life is transformation.
Returning
now back from this tangent,
For
The word
"transformation" is a fine religious concept. It carries the implication of not only
something becoming different, but also a sense of renewal, of rejuvenation, of
revitalization. The novelist
In our
youth we wake up expecting that something wonderful will happen to us and that
our lives will be changed. This does not
cease with youth. Each day remains new
and fresh. Each day is a dawn of
promise.
It is a promise of gaining some insight, of feeling something deeply, of learning something, of seeing something of the beauty and grandeur that is in the world.
Transformations are not necessarily sudden or dramatic. They are more often gradual and cumulative. But what they are able to do is help us grow and give life more meaning, help us see other perspectives more clearly, and celebrate life more fully. Life's transformations also teach us that change and growth are important to our lives. No matter the circumstances, there is always a hope of new promise and transformation in our lives.
MEDITATION
Please join in the spirit of meditation and reflection with
these words of prayer by
May I, in these moments of meditation, restore the serenity of the soul;
May I accept this awesome mystery, and acknowledge my place in it.
May I know that Faith is familiar only to those who have perceived its light in darker days, and that out of pain compassion is reborn.
May I, in the evening of this existence, still be thrilled by knowledge that is new, and sense the warmth returning at the soft refrain of a half-forgotten song.
May I see, beneath the tumult of the outer scene, the inner vision, where, in Faith, awaits the soul's awakening.
I have gained this gift, so glorious and awesome in its mystery; the miracle is this, that we can transcend pain, and turn to beauty once again.
It is then, in life itself, that we rejoice.
SO BE IT
If, on a starlit night,
with the moon brilliantly shimmering,
We stay inside and do not venture out,
the evening universe remains
a part of our life we shall not know.
If, on a cloudy day,
with grayness infusing all
and rain dancing rivers in the grass,
We stay inside and do not venture out,
the stormy, threatening energy of
the universe remains
a part of life we shall not know.
If, on a frosty morning,
dreading the chilling air before the sunrise,
We stay inside and do not venture out,
the awesome cold, quiet, and stillness of
the dawn universe remains
a part of life we shall not know.
If, throughout these grace-given days of ours,
surrounded as we are by green life and
brown death, hot pink joy and cold gray
pain and miracles--always miracles--
If we stay inside ourselves and do not venture out
then the Fullness of the universe
shall be unknown to us
And our locked hearts shall never feel
the rush of worship.