The Spiritual Crisis of Our Times 3-15-09
March 17th, 2009My name is Geoff and I am a boomer. It feels like a confession. We are the ones who have consumed the world, carved a big chunk out of the Brazilian Rain Forest and stuck it between two hamburger buns. The great glaciers of the world are puddles at our feet melted by the hot toes of our carbon footprints. We have nano-seconds of patience. Computers have trained us to expect lightening speed responses. And we are having a hard time giving up our magical thinking that science will be our savior or another Bill Gates will arrive on the scene to set in motion the next great wave of innovation that will get our country up and running again so we can continue with our big spending ways.
Oh yea, we did march for civil rights and to end war. We did get the feminist, LGBT, black empowerment and environmental movements up and running. We volunteered for every cause under the sun. We believed in the power of love, human potential, and not laying our trips on other people. We were hedonistic, idealistic, stuffed suits, and bell-bottoms. We were John Birchers and George Mc Governites. EST gave us zest. And Zen made us mellow. We made a bundle and barely made a living. And now this boomer bulge is finally the grey haired establishment that hopes that one day they too may be able to retire. But this recession does not respect age or seniority. All ages and income brackets have experience fallen fortunes and difficult job displacement. Lives are being broken up by a broken system and we are at crisis.
The question is what are we going to do about it? Will we feed our fears and sink into the deep pit of despair or will we see this crisis as an opportunity to re-invent ourselves? The choice is ours. It is up to us engaged citizens to began a culture change in this country. And it all begins with us changing our lives and the way we relate to each other and this planet.
My name is Geoff and I am a boomer.
The Beatles song we heard this morning is a bittersweet anthem for me because my father died at the age of 64. Whiskey shots and beer, cigarettes, and long hours on the job finally caught up with him.
My father was an optimist. He was outgoing, kind and reached out to people of all ages in a way that made them feel special. But when the owner of the nightclub that he worked at for the past 20 years died and the business was closed and sold, my father went into a tailspin. To add insult to injury his lover left him. He was now a middle-aged man and he didn’t know what he was going to do next. He became so depressed that he contemplated suicide. I was away at school. He didn’t say a word what was going on. He wasn’t the type to share his feelings and especially his finances. I didn’t learn all this until much latter after his death when I went through his papers and found his melancholy penciled in a stenographer’s spiral notebook.
He had to go out and establish himself all over again with a new business and he was exhausted and dispirited. He eventually pulled himself out of his funk. I don’t know how he did it. Perhaps he slapped himself across the face and said, “snap out of it” and started calling everybody he knew for a job. Maybe a friend called him on the phone or stopped by to see how he was doing and caring concern began his road to recovery. Then again maybe he just got lucky. There were no job support groups, just the want ads, the telephone and the pavement—on your feet all day trying to sell yourself and get a paycheck. He finally did land another job and until he became sick worked at a restaurant at a horseracing track.
I can’t help but think of all those millions of people who due to no fault of their own have lost their jobs and their life savings. Many of them were devoted to their work and had pride in what they did. Many enjoyed their work and where good at it, and made a contribution to their company or organization. They weren’t laid off because they weren’t pulling their weight. They were laid off because there was no money to pay them— or in a panic to keep from sinking, people were jettisoned as so much excess weight to the company’s bottom line.
Let us stop for a moment and pray together.
Let us remember and pray for all those people who have lost their jobs and livelihoods. We hope that they will find a community like ours who will support them in the tough times— doing what we and they can do to help people get back on their feet. May they know that their devotion was not wasted. They can feel good about how they have maintained their integrity even if the impersonal wheels of corporate realignment have casually cast them aside. Let them know that they will never be their work for their soul does not have a job description or bullet points of duties and responsibilities. Their souls have a one-word description that takes a lifetime to define and live out and that word is love. May all those confused and anxious about where their lives will be going next— rest and breathe in the uncertainty— knowing that they are loved and, that they are enough. Amen.
The key to solving this spiritual crisis is through our devotion to a higher power, be it God, the transforming power of love, or the solidarity with sisters and brothers uniting together in a common purpose to live simply— so that others may simply live.
Our faith is needed now more than ever. We are needed to comfort and support each other during the difficult times. We are needed to speak truth to power. Who are the people who are going to suffer the most? —Those with the least power— the young and the old. Everything from Head Start to Elder Care is on the chopping block. Who is going to advocate for their rights? If not us, who? We have done it again and again in our struggle for civil rights and for marriage equality, giving voice to the voiceless, and power to the marginalized and disenfranchised. We are called to keep social justice up front and center in our lives because the world needs us to speak the truth as we have always done in our long history as a religious movement.
When we think we can’t accomplish much in the face of such overwhelming forces arrayed against us, think again. Last Saturday we paid homage to a great soul, Marilynn Carstens. There was standing room only in this sanctuary as Marilynn’s students of 44 years came together to share the difference Marilynn made in their lives and to say aloud how much they loved her. Marilynn stood up against the odds of a long illness and a prior failed marriage and was broken open by the persistent notion that she was loved by something greater than herself. That love filled her to overflowing— so much so that she had to keep sharing it with every person (child or adult) she worked with and with every person she met.
The people who knew Marilynn never thought of her as old. She never answered the question, “When are you going to be old?” It was irrelevant. Her spirit was being recreated on a daily basis in her students, in her partnership with her beloved Patrick and in the way she made her love tangible by helping those who were in need as she did for many years at the Julian Street Inn for the Homeless.
So here we are as individuals and as a country breaking open. We have a choice to be open to new possibilities.
Elizabeth Lesser in her book, Broken Open-How Difficult Times Can Help Us Grow says that:
“It is in times of brokenness that the soul sings its most wise and eternal song. I cannot hum you a tune or tell you the lyrics; each person’s soul has its own cadence. You will recognize its music, though, by the way you feel when you are listening: awake, calm, and suddenly relieved from the burden of control. You will take a big breath; you’ll sigh and say to yourself, “It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You’ll unfold your arms and lean back, and say to the soul, “Just sing me your song. Teach me the words. Tell me what you know.”
I have decided to skip the canonization period and declare Marilynn Carstens a saint. She will forever be for me an avatar of the warmth of love, the light of truth and the energy of service. Hers was a well-lived life—an example of devotion to a higher power and love’s transforming potential.
Marilynn was very disciplined in music instruction and in leading Dances of Universal Peace. She believed that life deserves your focused attention. She always prepared as best she could so that when she was teaching or meeting the needs of people she could come from a strong and centered place.
This is what the Spirit in Practice Workshops offers participants. We will explore what we can give our hearts to so they we can also come from a strong and centered place in our lives. Today we start with a focus on the journey to a meaningful Unitarian Universalist Spirituality. Brand new folks who walked through our doors today as well as our established searchers of truth and learning are invited to join us from 2:30-4 in the Fireside Room. Go grab a lunch and then come back to feast with us at the Spirit’s banquet.
So here we are at what many people fear may be another Great Depression or as one pundit as called it, “The Great Disintegration.” The world as we know it is disintegrating right before our eyes. The lions of industry’s roar are now whimpers as our financial system goes through a complete overhaul and millions of people join the ranks of the unemployed at increasingly alarming rates. These are hard times. Reality is beating at our doors and the smell of fear is in the air. Even if our jobs are secure and our nest egg intact we worry that we might be next. And if we are lucky to get through this rough patch we still have neighbors that are suffering. Work is hard to find. Bills are piling up and mortgages continue to go into default. So where is the silver lining in this thundercloud? In this spiritual crisis something is trying to be born but we cannot see what it is but there are plenty of signs pointing us in the direction of our own evolution.
Gary Zukav in his article A Spiritual Perspective On The Ecomomic Meltdown, in The Huffington Post tells us that:
“Far beneath the vast political and economic consequences … of the implosion of the American consumer society, and the spreading of “toxic” investments around the globe lays a change in human consciousness and evolution unlike any before it. Like a tectonic plate in motion, everything above it is affected irrevocably. That change is toward responsibility, not away from it; toward sharing and away from hoarding; toward cooperation and away from competition; toward harmony and away from discord; toward contribution and away from exploitation.”
“Reconstruction of responsibility in economic and financial endeavors will follow deconstruction but the story is much larger than that. Both are symbolic of a species-wide change in human consciousness that is dramatically changing individual and collective experiences in challenging and profoundly positive ways and will continue to do so throughout our lives.”
The key to solving this spiritual crisis is through our devotion to a higher power, be it God, the transforming power of love, or the solidarity with sisters and brothers uniting together in a common purpose to live simply— so that others may simply live.
I think it may be time to resurrect simplicity circles that a few years back many Unitarian Universalists around the country became a part of to acknowledge the ecological and the spiritual crisis this world is in. How can we learn to live with less and be more in harmony with the earth that we so depend on for our lives? Now this time it may become a necessity learning to live with less because we have less to live with. A couple of weeks ago 15 of us gathered together on a Saturday at the church to imagine what would be the next evolution of our lifespan religious community. We looked at the total life journey from birth to elder hood and asked ourselves what would our community look like if we fed people’s souls?
What would an integrated program look like that brings the trinity of body, mind and spirit into harmony with each other? What would it look like if all ages came together to know one another, to do the work of justice, to break down the ageist barriers of our society that tells us what a young person cannot do or what an old person can do? We could be a part of the ripples of cultural change that will sweep through society. It is going to happen with or without us. Why don’t we get ahead of the curve and ride the wave before for it comes crashing down upon us? Hope will remain alive as long as we kindle its flame in this sanctuary and in sanctuaries throughout the world. Would you join us in building this new world? We need you?
Blessed Be
Amen
Shalom
Salam